Christopher Cameron: DEAR MR. CAMERON,
A few weeks ago I heard you play the violin at a concert! Oh, if I
could tell you the raptures that thrilled my soul at the floods of
melody you drew from the insensate strings! Only a poet's spirit,
only a high-strung heart could accomplish such strains! I, too, am
of a musical spirit; I, too, thrill to the notes of the great
masters, if interpreted as they are by you! May I hope that you will
not spurn this outburst of a sympathetic nature, and accept this
tribute to your genius? Could I look for a line,--just a word,--in
response to this, saying that you are glad of my appreciation? Never
before have I written to a stranger. That is why I dare not use my
own penmanship. Please do not seek to find out who I am, but send
just a line that I may know you do not scorn my praise. Address Miss
Belle Harcourt, Maple Bank, Conn."
The conspirators had decided upon the Maple Bank Post-office as
being safer than Fern Falls, if Kit should by any chance hear that
Patty had gone to the Kenerleys'.
"You know," said Patty, as she sealed the letter, "it might be mean
to play this trick on anybody else, but Kit plays so many jokes on
other people, he deserves it.
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