DEAR Miss Kelly,—Your injunctions shall be obeyed to a tittle. I feel myself in a lackadaisacal no-how-ish kind of a humour. I believe it is the rain, or something. I had thought to have written seriously, but I fancy I succeed best in epistles of mere fun; puns & that nonsense. You will be good friends with us, will you not? let what has past “break no bones” between us. You will not refuse us them next time we send for them?
Do you observe the delicacy of not signing my full name? N.B. Do not paste that last letter of mine into your Book.