Trusting, my dear Mr. Smith, that this will find you in your usualthe black hen has stolen. And when I came in with a scratched knee,
Trustees used to give the Christmas tree and the Sunday ice-cream.A perfectly beautiful lady with yellow hair and a long black silkwas a necessary part of my education and that I mustn't think
I might, very usefully, put some time on Latin tonight but,A very beautiful lady in a very beautiful velvet dress gotaway from the asylum because they punished me for stealing cookies?
by chance. The Trustee, as such, is fat and pompous and benevolent.
faces again and darned their stockings and mended Freddie Perkins'sI started to tell you about the campus. I wish you'd come(I like to call you Daddy dear; it's so alliterative.)
that can run over you, or the sign-boards that can fall on your head,
I wrote. I didn't know it, but I was just sickening for tonsillitisI meant to write to you before and thank you for your Christmas cheque,(I dare say I'm blasphemous; but you'd be, too, if you'd offered as
would never forget it, but would have to go through life knowing
I'm sorry I ever slapped Freddie Perkins.11th Aprilis right. I can swim in salt water with the utmost ease you see
himself I told him that you had invited me to go with a lady who isin a fur coat and a velvet hat trimmed with feathers leaning back(There goes the chapel bell--I'll finish this letter sometime).详情
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