You will, I hope, pardon me for sitting on this news for two days. Selfishly, I wished to keep it to myself, to treasure it, to, rather, adjust to it before sharing it with the world. I can however assure you that you are the first person to whom I myself have told this: it is official that I am to be Mrs. Baxter Keene!

Mr. Keene arrived Sunday at my door, insisting he had something important to discuss with me. Of course I let him in and, given my feelings towards him, did dare to hope, but, knowing Mr. Keene as I do, had no expectations of him. How overjoyed I was when finally he said the words I had so yearned to hear!

I shall, I think, not tell the children until the week-end; while they are quite fond of Mr. Keene, a new toy would no doubt soften the blow of change—Jameson, in particular, has had so much of it in his short life that only the prospect of my utterly divine happiness would prompt me to foist it upon him again.

Affectionately,