"Pens in that country cut queer capers," he said.

"Where are those letters, anyway ?" "Mother has put them away somewhere." "I should like to see them again." "Why ?" "Oh, on account of the memories they hold.

Get them for me, and I will give you a description of my surroundings at the time I wrote them." "Why, what a funny fellow you are! Can't you give me a description anyway ?" "No, not a good one." "But I don't want to wake mother, and I don't know that I can find the letters." "Go and see." "Oh, you are so headstrong." She went out, and he walked up and down the room, and then stood again at the window.

Ellen returned.
"Here they are." "Did you wake mother ?" "No, but I committed burglary.

I found the key and unlocked her trunk, and all to please you." "Good, and for the first time burglary shall be repaid with gratitude." He took the letters and looked at the sprawling characters drawn by the hand of his friend.