for two weeks in September. Must I ask your permission, or haven't
marvellous, unbelievable--I dream about it every night.
it is--just about the tiny little things that happened every day. Sir, moonlight because it's beautiful and he isn't here to see it with me.
Now for the news--courage, Judy!--you must tell.
2nd April not because she could remember any strikingly black pages in her record. been laid up with swollen tonsils; I can just swallow hot milk,
I HATE THE JOHN GRIER HOME.
But what's the use of arguing with a man? You belong, Mr. Smith,
let me hang it up; our room this year is furnished in red, and you