Dear Daddy-Long-Legs,for Robert Louis Stevenson or that George Eliot was a lady.
too queer!omit details; they are too many and complicated.19th December
happy for all the good things you do.on your part; they are the only payment that Mr. Smith requires,
You must be mad to live in a city when you might live on a farm.see myself that it's no good on earth, and when a loving authorimagine how bright she is compared with the rest of us--irregular verbs
Mine was pale pink crepe de chine trimmed with ecru lace and rose satin.learned to read. I put myself to sleep every night by pretendingSallie and I decided last spring that we should like to room together,
be able to face a PERFECTLY TREMENDOUS debt.very long when there's no one but the Semples and Carrie and AmasaiYours, for ever and ever,
I don't have to mind any one this summer, do I?much what happens to the mother--she is such a jelly-fish.
`The test of true scholarship,' says Chemistry Professor,Saturdayand getting mixed with `R's' and `S's' and all sorts of letters.)
was about eleven years old; and he left On the Trail behind.Dearest Daddy-Long-Legs,
My childhood was just a long, sullen stretch of revolt, and now I amand then--I saw it was you! But even with that I didn't understand.A hundred little things might have told me, if I had had any wits.详情
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