Classicly

My Preface is going to be different. It is about something that comes at the end and not the beginning; furthermore, I am not going to talk about myself. Of course you do not know what in the world I am driving at; I will come at once to the point. I had all but finished the stories of Lady Rumdidoodledum’s children when I received the following letter. I have a pretty good idea that “L. H. D.” is no other than the Child-Person for whom Lady Rumdidoodledum winked.