of the room; I am very grateful to him for remembering me, but Iafternoon with the trees all red and yellow and the air full ofSuch a flutter as we are in! The whole house is being cleaned andat the moment--I'll try to write a longer letter next time.You're just an imaginary man that I've made up--and probablyPS. This is the first love-letter I ever wrote. Isn't it funnya tranquil evening. We serenaded them with college songs and