Chapter 11 No.11

CHICAGO, November fifth.

PRECIOUS FATHER AND EVELYN:--

I know all my letters thus far have been rather no-account. They were just to let you know that I was well, and interested, and getting used to things. I loath the city so that I think I must be a country mouse. Every time I go down in the Elevated, past all the grimy, slimy, hideous back