e all hope she won't
keep him waiting too long, for if they are really
going to be married, we want a grand wedding while we
are here. Wouldn't that be thrilling?

"I've just room to sign my name,

"Yours, with love,
"DEBBY."

"TO THE ABSENT TWO-SEVENTHS OF THE 'WE-ARE-ITS'--Greeting!
Please don't imagine that I forced my way into this
Round Robin affair. My masculine chirography probably
looks out of place in this epistolary triumph--ahem!--but
you can thank Kitty Clark for it. I don't know whether
or not this is intended as a letter of condolence, but
it surely ought to be,--anybody who has to miss this
summer-session on the Blue Bonnet ranch deserves
flowers and slow music.

"This letter will be postmarked 'Jonah'--but don't be
alarmed; they say it's a harmless one. I'm going to
ride over with the mail. Just a little matter of
twenty miles, a trifle out here! Kitty says she
doesn't see how we can expect any letters to reach a
place with such a name, but I've faith in the
collection of relatives left behind in Woodford.

"Now I advise you both, the next time you go into the
vicinity of anything catching, cross your fingers and
say 'King's Ex.' for you're missing the time of your
young lives. As a place of residence, Texas certainly
has my vote. A fellow can breathe his lungs full here
without robbing the next fellow of oxygen.

"With unbounded sympathy,
"Yours,
"ALEC TRENT."

Blue Bonnet collected the literary installments from each of the
different authors and put them in a big envelope.

"This 'round-robin' is as plump as a partridge," she remarked. "I hope
Susy and Ruth won't strain their eyes devouring it."

"The Woodford postman in our part of town will have an unusually warm
greeting, I fancy," said Mrs. Clyde, gathering up all the other
letters and placing them with the round-robin in the roomy mail-bag.

"I think Father had better have a social at the church for the
We-are-Seven relatives and ask them to bring our letters. Reading and
passing them around would make a very interesting evening's
en