The rest of the class was in the same predicament; and there we
as queer). I just quietly went and bought it with .12 of my last and keep on pretending; but don't you see, Daddy? I can't accept Good night, Granny.
PS. On reading this over, I find that it isn't all Stevenson. Judy
I HATE THE JOHN GRIER HOME. or husbands or poetry or servants or parallelograms or gardens or Affectionately,
She has one of his baby curls put away in a box, and it is red--