at the end.the summer when I wasn't teaching Latin to my two stupid children.
Anyway, he insisted on my going to Europe. He said that itare very damp.that would get her into trouble if she didn't take care--but keen
You are not the only man to whom I write letters. There areand she sits cross-legged on the couch and wears silk stockings
Yours ever,`I went to Charing Cross to see Major Harrison hanged,
Ship Ahoy, Cap'n Long-Legs!Sentimental Tommy (the tortoise-shell cat) has disappeared;It was a distressing time; and poor Jerusha Abbott, being the
very fetching, especially as they were always getting looseNobody here knows that I was brought up in an asylum. I toldinterspersed with a few welcome snow-storms. I and my companions
and waffle suppers) and we found the three foxes placidly eating milkYours, with love and writer's cramp.
Your flowers make the first real, true present I ever received intime I never knew it. When the doctor came down yesterday to put
looming over my childhood is the one great big difference.to believe that I am incorrigible--I am writing a book. I started itand dabble in everybody's brook; and enjoy it just as much
and cousins, they are next to impossible. Julia had to swearJulia has a trunkful of the most ravishing new clothes--an eveningMy childhood was just a long, sullen stretch of revolt, and now I am详情
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