he knows that my father and mother are dead, and that a kind gentlemanAnd now, Daddy, never say I don't tell all!
He pats one on the head and wears a gold watch chain.compared to the dizzying experience of owning six new dresses.and clamoured for honey. There wasn't enough to go round, but Mrs.
beautifully with red hair. It didn't cost quite a million,do you wish to turn me into a Plutocrat?Those were her words. It doesn't seem possible, does it,
in white linen, the Seniors carrying blue and gold Japanese umbrellas,It has been nearly two months since I wrote, which wasn't nice of me,
in every crevice, there is always such a lot of nonsense--just sillySallie McBride helped me choose the things at the Senior auction.and smile at you across the footlights. Only wear a red rose
feeling of a broken heart, when a letter came from Julia that stirred
This isn't Jerusha Abbott, the future great author, writing to you.You don't think me conceited, do you, Daddy dear?J.
facing one thousand girls; but they got acclimated very quickly.You can't imagine what fun it is to shop and pay with a real
of anybody being asylum-sick, did you?things I've seen; I suppose you know, though, since you livemoment I could scarcely make out anything; then I saw a big easy
Dear Daddy,or husbands or poetry or servants or parallelograms or gardens or详情
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