Chapter 24: XXIV

XXIV Enter Jonas “Prospect Point, “August 20th. “Dear Anne—spelled—with—an—e,” wrote Phil, “I must prop my eyelids open long enough to write you. I’ve neglected you shamefully this summer, honey, but all my other correspondents have been neglected, too. I have a huge pile of letters to answer, so I must gird up the loins of my mind and hoe in. Excuse my mixed metaphors. I’m fearfully sleepy. Last night Cousin Emily and I were calling at a neighbour’s. There were several other ca…