My quandary, I seek Ovid’s assistance, attempt my own letter
Rachel’s instruction page with my completed lesson written on the blank sheet I presented to Mr. Bringhouse, who went through it all at his desk, line by line, nodding his head every so often, promising that once completed with his review he would send on my “good work” to his daughter, with his commendation.
Her personal letter to me I kept to myself, of course, and tried to write a letter back. But it was one thing to copy down customer names, list pots to be tinned, receipt of monies, and so forth, and quite another to write down what I had in mind to say, in a manner presenting myself as worthy of her correspondence. For the truth was, we often left behind the ledger work, and conversed on all manner of subjects, when I oug
