He often tries to do this with me. However I like to think that he does not find it very easy to know what I am thinking. I know that from my mirror. Do you ever try to read your thoughts and feelings from your own face? I do, and I can tell you it is not a bad exercise. If you have never tried it, it is harder to do than you might tiink. He says that I have an interesting type of mind, and I humbly think I do. As you know, I don't take enough interest in clothing to be able to describe the new fashions. It's a bore. That is slang again, but never mind. Arthur says that every day.

There, now you know how I feel. Mina, we have told all our secrets to each other since we were children. We have slept in the same bed and eaten together, and laughed and cried together. Now, though I have told you about it, I would like to say more. Oh, Mina, can't you guess? I love him. I am blushing as I write. I think he loves me too. But he has not actually said those words. But oh, Mina, I love him; I love him; I love him! There, I feel better now that I have said it.

I wish I were with you, sitting by the fire the way that we used to sit. Then I would try to tell you what I feel. I do not know how I can write this, even to you. I am afraid to stop, or I will tear up the letter. Anyway I don't want to stop, for I really want to tell you everything. Let me hear from you at once. Tell me what you think about it. Mina, I must stop. Goodnight. Remember me in your prayers. And Mina, pray for my happiness.

Lucy

P.S. I do not have to tell you that this is a secret. Good-night again.