It is my third to you, and it carries with it three times the dreams that went with the first; for they are dreams that live not only at night, when the moon is on the courtyard, but also in the bright light of day.
Yes--I am remarkably cheered.

I realize that I have not eaten at all--save a cup of coffee from the trembling hand of Walters--since last night, at Simpson's.

I am going now to dine.

I shall begin with grapefruit.

I realize that I am suddenly very fond of grapefruit.
How bromidic to note it--we have many tastes in common! EX-STRAWBERRY MAN.
The third letter from her correspondent of the Agony Column increased in the mind of the lovely young woman at the Carlton the excitement and tension the second had created.