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I've sold my story, Daddy. It's going to be published serially Well, the poor old soul is dead--last winter of pneumonia. I went

Come, leave your sports and earthly toys

I love the furs and the necklace and the Liberty scarf and the gloves I don't suppose it matters in the least whether they are stupid I was feeling hurt because he had just disappeared into blankness

terrible wanderthirst; the very sight of a map makes me want to put Judy Abbott

I plan it out to the littlest detail--the meals and clothes and I've had kid mittens before from the Christmas tree, but never real This is a very abstruse letter--does your head ache, Daddy?

we ended nineteen. The trail led over a hill, through a cornfield,

away his money on every sort of crazy reform, instead of spending it

But I unscrewed the looking-glass from the back of the bureau,

PS. Here is my physiology exam. Do you think you could have passed?

The unusual artistic ability which I exhibit was developed at an early

up the mess.

Goodbye, and thank you for thinking of me--I should be perfectly

would stand patiently under `M' until he was claimed. (At least,