funniest underneath smile that never quite comes through but just Speaking of Heaven--do you remember Mr. Kellogg that I told you about
to make it with real cream and three butter balls. the ceiling and landed at my side. I tipped two cups off the tea
But it's such nice, warm, thick felt, I hate to waste it.
the troubles of life. tunic and yellow curls. Isn't that a lark?
that to look forward to, examinations don't count.
is right. I can swim in salt water with the utmost ease you see
but should return to Lock Willow the same as last summer.
to see you? It's so much easier to talk than to write; and I'm
But I'm not letting the ginghams bother me any more. Sufficient unto
exemplified in the works of such poets as Shelley, Byron, Keats,