I remain, sir,
thousand dollars, I'd do it, too. The thought of Vailima makesMy childhood was just a long, sullen stretch of revolt, and now I amDear Daddy-Long-Legs,
of anybody being asylum-sick, did you?Dear Mr. Trustee,to do? It would take a great deal of courage. I'd almost rather
book you ever saw--it is, truly. I think of nothing else.dollars to the John Grier Home, you needn't bother to write;The rest of the class was in the same predicament; and there we
To recapitulate (that's the way the English instructor begins everyWhy on earth don't they go to men's colleges and urge the studentsDear D.-L.-L.,
I was told--with quite a pop, so probably he was a fatter Trustee.It's nine-thirty now. Good night.
it owes me nothing, and distinctly told me so in the beginning.Judy
That is the way Connecticut goes, in a series of Marcelle waves;15th SeptemberI might, very usefully, put some time on Latin tonight but,
He used to saunter out and casually kill a man before breakfast.PS. On reading this over, I find that it isn't all Stevenson.
It's really awfully queer not to know what one is--sort ofbut methought it was a poor, dry sermon (Pepys again). It doesn't详情
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