July 1st, 1888
Mr. Tilcott,
I imagine you might be glad to know that I'm not unsure of myself and even sold a painting this morning. A woman was quite taken with one I'd hung up for display and she offered to buy it from me. She said she'd be passing my name along to her friends. I hope that it could prove to be good for me. But I suppose only time will tell.

He may be a grown man, but letting your opinions be known surely can't be that awful of an idea. Especially if you two were particularly close before. But then again, I'm not exactly well versed on such topics. I only have sisters and only one of them is married.

And how, pray tell, do you plan to sort out that situation? You know you shouldn't lie to your father, it isn't at all the thing to do. But should you try to use my name as your pretend courtship, let me know in advance. It could be a bit awkward if I'm approached by someone and haven't a clue of what they're going on about.
Sincerely,
Z. Potts