Bread and Butter Letters
"I WONDER if George will write" Nancy said to me at the breakfast table one morning last winter. George was a recent guest of ours who had been eating our breakfast bacon for a few days and occupying my comfortable bed while I bunked on a hard cot in the cold attic.
"Very unlikely," I replied, for I am older than Nancy, and have had experience with summer school lectures and interscholastic visitors and delegates to societies and conventions who have lodged with me for a season and have never afterwards been heard from. My faith, therefore, was weak.
Most men pay their taxes—and some pay their class dues and their laundry bills—but too few pay the little debts of courtesy which
