Chapter XXII A Letter From Page Allison to the Tucker Twins
Bracken, Va.
Milton P. O.
My dearest Tweedles:
I am sending you letters from Annie and from Sleepy. I am awfully excited about Sleepy. He seems to be wide awake. Father says he will come through the war and be a distinguished person of some sort, he believes. I think Annie’s letter is awfully interesting. Isn’t it fun for old Sir Arthur Ponsonby Pore to have won the love of the Lady Annie by swearing? I know your father will die laughing over it.
I am up to my neck with Miss Pinkie Davis in the house, getting some sewing done so I won’t have to be worried with shirt-waists and things when we get to New York. Mammy Susan is still miffed with me for going, and I feel awfully bad about it. Isn’t it great that Mary can go, too? Do you reckon we’ll see Jessie Wilcox in New York? Not if she sees us first, I fancy! Four girls in a flat and that flat not so very swell wouldn’t appeal to Miss Wilcox, I think.
Father is giving iron tonics right and left, and has made up a gallon of pump water with a beautiful pink vegetable dye in it for Sally Winn so she won’t have to die before he gets back. Poor Joe Winn is very sad that I did not let him know you were here on the last trip. I really forgot to do it. We were having such a wildly exciting time making our plans for New York that poor Joe never came into my head.
It is so splendid that Father is going, too. If these people will only stay well until he can get started, then they can be sick all they want and have a doctor over from the crossing. There is a perfectly good doctor there, that is, a perfectly good doctor if one is prepared for death!
Good-by! I must stop and help Miss Pinkie. How I do hate to sew! To think in a few days almost I’ll be In New York With the Tucker Twins.
Your best friend,
Page Allison.
The End