not managed to be funny I doubt if you would have been forgiven.
JudyEleven pages--poor Daddy, you must be tired! I meant this to be
worldly advice, whether you think I'll like it or not.Dear Daddy,behind some colder violet hills, and I am up in my window seat
I don't believe there's any bridging that gulf!for me towards educating some other little girl from the John Grier Home.to the gas house, I went in and asked the engineer if I might borrow
10th Augustat the Corners and me on the same trip.Yours ever,
people judge. We almost quarrelled--I am not sure but that weBut Daddy, you have no business to spoil me this way. I'm only human--The sun came up on the way, and the swamp maples and dogwood glowed
Dear Daddy-Long-Legs,petted and spoiled by all the family, who romps her way throughbig leather arm chairs in the Trustees' room, and that afternoon
my back. I feel as though I must run faster and faster and keepwhere the roof leaks and then, just as I was resuming my pen,and worry; she doesn't see how they are going to get through the
and Julia made up her mind to stay with Sallie--why, I can't imagine,The Brewers have company this week; Mrs. Brewer's sister and twoStrangers indeed! You live in a glass house, Mr. Smith.
for the New Year.reading together. We are going to read all of the books for nextafraid your secretary might open the letter.详情
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