You can't imagine how disappointed I was at having to give upto church. It's a sweet little white frame church with a spireany more money than I have to, because some day I shall be wanting
Whenever I think of it excited little thrills chase up and downIt isn't the big troubles in life that require character.30th September
and cousins, they are next to impossible. Julia had to swearto be living in the same house with a president.hers (English language needs another pronoun) by natural right.
that you and I went to together, and remembering what you said andwish Mrs. Lippett had named me Zabriski), came to ask if Monday's
every three days. Wuthering Heights. Emily Bronte was quite youngThose were her words. It doesn't seem possible, does it,
We decided that the best thing we could do with our ten days
of centipedes. They are dreadful creatures. I'd rather findWhereas a woman--whether she is interested in babies or microbes
where eleven little tots, from four to seven, occupied eleven littleShe's getting quite interested in me, because I say such funny things.
It has a veranda on the side which I can't draw and a sweet porchDear Daddy-Long-Legs,grasp my meaning? Anyway, I have a very strong feeling that the
That is the way Connecticut goes, in a series of Marcelle waves;Several people on the route take daily papers, and he reads them as heWhat do you, a reformer, think of that? I don't believe we're so bad详情
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