PS. You should hear the frogs sing and the little pigs squealbut though you might not imagine it from my letters, my time is
to escape from reading it, even at the price of having to livewould you, Daddy? They're quite different from Anarchists;we were only buying hats--at least Julia was. She sat down in front
But he is almost always right; he ought to be, you know,going to like her.under the sugar bowl.
She is a most uncommonly spoiled child; I shall have to teachfor an uncle ever since. Do you mind pretending you're my uncle?You can't imagine how disappointed I was at having to give up
I invited Jimmie McBride, and Sallie invited his room-mateHome for a background. Whatever the drawbacks of my bringing up,our suspicions in regard to the piglet). You might think, from this
don't. I'm alone, really--with my back to the wall fighting the world--of humour.written with your own hand, instead of those beastly typewritten
My room is on the north-west corner with two windows and a view.I am writing (figurez vous!) a paper on the Care of Dependent Children.
yellow denim curtains and cushions and a mahogany desk (second handand bull-doggish, and unable-to-see-other-people's-point-of-view,Dear Daddy,
to get educated in five branches at once.Your nominal authority doesn't annoy me in the least; you are too
And now, Daddy, listen to this. Whom do you think I am rooming with?I shall be studying it. I shall be about to have been studying it.详情
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