I've sold my story，Daddy.It's going to be published serially in seven parts，and then in a book!You might think I'd be wild with joy，but I'm not.I'm entirely apathetic.Of course I'm glad to begin paying you-I owe you over two thousand more.It's coming in installments.Now don't be horrid，please，about taking it，because it makes me happy to return it.I owe you a great deal more than the mere money，and the rest I will continue to pay all my life in gratitude and affection.
And now，Daddy，about the other thing；please give me your most worldly advice，whether you think I'll like it or not.
You know that I've always had a very special feeling toward you；you sort of represented my whole family；but you won't mind，will you，if I tell you that I have a very much more special feeling for another man？You can probably guess without much trouble who he is.I suspect that my letters have been very full of Master Jervie for a very long time.
I wish I could make you understand what he is like and how entirely companionable we are.We think the same about everything-I am afraid I have a tendency to make over my ideas to match his!But he is almost always right；he ought to be，you know，for he has fourteen years'start of me.In other ways，though，he's just an overgrown boy，and he does need looking after-he hasn't any sense about wearing rubbers when it rains.He and I always think the same things are funny，and that is such a lot；it's dreadful when two people's senses of humor are antagonistic.I don't believe there's any bridging that gulf!
And he is-Oh，well!He is just himself，and I miss him，and miss him，and miss him.The whole world seems empty and aching.I hate the moonlight because it's beautiful and he isn't here to see it with me.But maybe you've loved somebody，too，and you know？If you have，I don't need to explain；if you haven't，I can't explain.
Anyway，that's the way I feel-and I've refused to marry him.