Dear Gordon

That was an obnoxious, beastly, low-down trick not to send me a cheering line for four weeks just because, in a period of abnormal stress I once let you go for three. I had really begun to be worried for fear you’d tumbled into the Potomac. My chicks would miss you dreadfully; they love their uncle Gordon. Please remember that you promised to send them a donkey.

Please also remember that I’m a busier person than you. It’s a lot harder to run the John Grier Home than the House of Representatives. Besides, you have more efficient people to help.

This isn’t a letter; it’s an indignant remonstrance. I’ll write tomorrow—or the next day.

S.

P.S. On reading your letter over again I am slightly mollified, but dinna think I believe a’ your saft words. I ken weel ye only flatter when ye speak sae fair.