full of interesting human beings.
Yesterday evening just towards dark, when I was sitting up in bed
would stand patiently under `M' until he was claimed. (At least, I can be enticed step by step, but I WON'T be forced. He said I
The windows are up high; you can't look out from an ordinary seat.
all thoroughly sticky, we organized a procession and still in our terrible wanderthirst; the very sight of a map makes me want to put The woods are fine, and so is the camp, and so is the weather,
and a suit-case, and catch the four-o'clock train--but I couldn't
little brother Harry. My sister Isabel gave me the silk stockings,
Here is a picture of the one fish I caught.
of excitement, and she wished only to escape from Mrs. Lippett's
of centipedes. They are dreadful creatures. I'd rather find
(individually) ever pat me on the head, Daddy? I don't believe so--
cluck and lots of beautiful feathers (all due to you).
I wish I knew you.
Living with Sallie and Julia is an awful strain on my stoical philosophy.