The first cause, so far as it can be determined, of the existence
of this book may be found in the following letter, written by my
only married sister, and received by me, Harry Burton, salesman of
white goods, bachelor, aged twenty-eight, and received just as I
was trying to decide where I should Spend a fortnight's vacation: -
"DEAR HARRY: - Remembering that you are always complaining that you
never have a chance to read, and knowing that you won't get it this
summer, if you spend your vacation among people of your own set, I
write to ask you to come up here. I admit that I am not wholly
disinterested in inviting you. The truth is, Tom and I are invited
to spend a fortnight with my old schoolmate, Alice Wayne, who, you
know, is the dearest girl in the world, though you DIDN'T obey me
and marry her before Frank Wayne appeared. Well, we're dying to go,
for Alice and Frank live in splendid style; but as they haven't
included our children in their invitation, and have no children of
their own, we must leave Budge and Toddie at home. I've no doubt
they'll be perfectly safe, for my girl is a jewel, and devoted to
the children, but I would feel a great deal easier if there was a
man in the house. Besides, there's the silver, and burglars are
less likely to break into a house where there's a savage-looking
man. (Never mind about thanking me for the compliment.) If YOU'LL
only come up, my mind will be completely at rest. The children
won't give you the slightest trouble; they're the best children in
the world - everybody says so
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