I
hope to goodness it isn't more carvers!"
It was Barbara who said later to Julia, in a confidential undertone:
"You know you've got to write personal notes for every bit of this
stuff, Julia, right away? Lots of girls do it on their honeymoons."
"Well, I wanted to ask you, Barbara: how do I sign myself to these
people I've never seen: 'Yours truly'?"
"Oh, heavens, no! 'Sincerely yours' or 'Yours cordially' and make 'em
short. The shorter they are the smarter they are, remember that."
"And if I sign J. P. Studdiford, or Julia P. Studdiford--then oughtn't
'Mrs. J. N.' go in one corner?"
"Oh, _no_, you poor webfoot! No. Just write a good splashy 'Julia Page
Studdiford' all over the page; they'll know who you are fast enough!"
"Thanks," said Julia shyly.
"You're welcome," Barbara said, smiling. "Are you ready to go down?"
After dinner the young Tolands, augmented by several young men, and by
Julia and the doctor, all wandered out into the thick darkness,
rejoicing in the return of summer. Sausalito's lanes were sweet with
roses, lights shone out across the deep fresh green of gardens, and
lights moved on the gently moving waters of the bay.
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