came over and asked me to dance with him, and everybody stopped to
watch us. Gee, I wish I could get a place in one of them swell places,
but I will, you just watch me do it. I had on a pretty new dress and a
hat that is a dream, and silk stockings and new patent Colonials and I
felt _some_. Ain't it funny how everybody is dancing, I wonder how long
it will last. I must get in before everyone gets over the bug. It sure
can't last forever. Seems awful funny to see a lot of old men and
grannies fluffing around a room, when they ought to be home rubbing
their backs with Omega Oil. One old lady, sure she was sixty, danced
with the professional at Bustanoby's, and he told me she had a table
there every day, and about three nights a week, and dances till closing
time. I heard her tell some friends, "I told John that if he didn't want
to learn he could stay home and go to bed, _I_ am going to dance," and
she is sure a dame of her word.

What do you think? Fred Kelly, my dancing partner, is engaged to an
awful nice girl. She is crazy over him, but she is making an awful
mistake. His legs are all right, but his head was just put on his neck
to finish it off. There is nothing in it, and if this dancing craze goes
out, he will have to run a sizzor's grinding machine to earn a living,
as he couldn't even play a thinkin' part.

I went out to see Billy last Sunday and we went to church. I felt awful
jay as I didn't know what to do, but I watched Mrs. Smith and done
everything she done and got through all right. The kids looked so nice
in their little Sunday clothes, and Billy was so good. I didn't think
much of the sermon, as it didn't seem to hit anything, but I am glad the
Smiths take Billy every Sunday. It may do him good, and it can't hurt
him, yet it seems to me that if the preacher talked a little more about
how to get help and how to peg along every day, that it would do people
more good than to talk about some old guy--he called him Isaih--who has
been dead a long time. When Billy gets a little bigger, I would like
him to sing in church. He would look lovely in a long white night dress,
and his eyes and hair would show up wonderful. I asked the Smiths about
it, and they said that they would get both Paul and Billy in the choir
if I wanted them to. I would like it, but still I am kinda scared that
it might put ideas of the stage in his head and no theatre for our
Billy. I want him to be a working man of some kind. A man that