I'm a Conservative, Anne.

And I tell you, you have to keep your eye on them Grits." Mr.Harrison had brought the mail, and merry letters from Stella and Priscilla and Phil soon dissipated Anne's blues.

Aunt Jamesina, too, had written, saying that she was keeping the hearth-fire alight, and that the cats were all well, and the house plants doing fine.
"The weather has been real cold," she wrote, "so I let the cats sleep in the house--Rusty and Joseph on the sofa in the living-room, and the Sarah-cat on the foot of my bed.

It's real company to hear her purring when I wake up in the night and think of my poor daughter in the foreign field.

If it was anywhere but in India I wouldn't worry, but they say the snakes out there are terrible.