the real YOU isn't a bit like my imaginary YOU. But you did once, WORCESTER, MASS.,
the Adirondacks! They belong to a sort of club on a lovely little
nieces from Ohio. The End
be propped up on sticks and green shades trimmed with gold that
Tomorrow is the first Wednesday in the month--a weary day for the I have been walking and talking and having tea with a man.
then picture the dining-room of the John Grier Home with its
just a short little thank-you note--but when I get started I seem
How does that strike you, Mr. Smith? Fancy Jerusha Abbott,
the littlest casserole among them about the size of a wash boiler.
I seem to be floundering in a sea of metaphor--but I hope you
But I wanted to write a letter first just to get acquainted.
of the course. Julia played the part extremely well. I never
taking this scholarship I am depriving someone else of an education,