The Cords of Vanity

I was in the act of writing to Avis when the letter came; and I put it aside unopened, until after supper, for I had never found the letters of Avis particularly interesting reading.

"It will be what they call a newsy letter, of course. I do wish that Avis would not write to me as if she were under oath to tell the entire truth. She communicates so many things which actually happened that it reads like a ‘special correspondent' in some country town writing for a Sunday morning's paper -- and with, to a moral certainty, the word ‘separate' lurking somewhere spelt with three E's, and an ‘always' with two L's, and at least one ‘alright. ' No, my dear, I am at present too busy expressing my adoration for you to be exposed to such inharmonious jars."