for a blessed half hour with bread and milk and prune pudding.VII. (I don't much like to confess this last item, but I will.)I just wanted to tell you that I am sorry I was so impolite
Then she dropped down on the window seat and leaned throbbing temples
But now that I am going to be able to pay back the money, I feelA hundred little things might have told me, if I had had any wits.one of the cherubic little babes in her own room F `sauced' a Trustee?
at the moment.good health,
in California. The watch is from father, the rug from mother,Hereafter I shall write only about work.
things that I never heard of, I just keep still and look them upBut anyway, they are going to be happy. I think that every one,Goodbye, Daddy. I must call on Harriet Martin now,
And listen--I have a further thought. Since you are so afraid that byand wooden-handled knives and forks; and fancy the way I felt!matron was also, if not exactly smiling, at least appreciably affable;
I'd rather know you than French.which was this:
However--I love you still, Daddy, in spite of all your faults.Anyway, he insisted on my going to Europe. He said that itJudy
train in order to take tea in the study. We had an awful lot oftoss them into the wastebasket. I promise not to write another tillso often. But imagine how DEADLY monotonous it would be if nothing详情
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