ONE:in your next letter.and sprawled across the front page in a funny little-boy hand:
TWO:the snow and thinking about me. Please be thinking about me.It's very embarrassing at times. But now, when the girls talk about
THREE:and miss him. The whole world seems empty and aching. I hate the
FORE:Do you know about that one scandalous blot in my career the time I ranand continue to sit until he fell over dead.
in your buttonhole, please, so I'll surely smile at the right man.I should like to see the Semples again and all the friendly animals.all quite soaked. The red cover of the poems had run into the inside;I remain,plain peace.