what a heavenly time we are having, grandmother, uncle theodore, and myself, living our nice, quiet lives without distraction! sometimes we have professor ballington in to dinner, then he drops in evenings quite often when he is not formally invited. other old friends come too, enough to break the monotony.

chauffeur graham was obliged to leave grandmother's employ some time ago; indeed he has never come back since we returned from mexico. he says it is his last term in the medical college, and he has to give all the time to his studies. it would be nicer if he were around. i do not seem to care about going out in the automobile now at all.—how is one to know whether this new chauffeur may not run the automobile into a telegraph pole, or something, and kill us all?