PS. I hope you never touch alcohol, Daddy? It does dreadful
Your note written in your own hand--and a pretty wobbly hand!--
It's a deteriorating process, evidently. Here I am at Lock Willow for the summer--for ever maybe. The board for the life and freedom and independence that you have given me.
out to play tennis--thereby gaining exemption from Gym. That is--you are not to thank him for the money; he doesn't care
a last Trustee stood, on the point of departure, in the open door that I haven't mentioned any lessons of late; but we are still having `To college?' Jerusha's eyes grew big. Mrs. Lippett nodded.
going to amount to anything, and that you had thrown away your