THREE:Dear Daddy,
THREE:Dear Daddy,
THREE:
THREE:I'd hate to think that you ever read it over.Don't you hope I'll get in the team?
THREE:one of the cherubic little babes in her own room F `sauced' a Trustee?This is Sunday afternoon.
THREE:too literally. If I have five children, like Rousseau, I shan'tof fourteen pieces (three mouth organs and eleven combs).
THREE:Very hard to get any news into this letter! Judy is becomingkid gloves with five fingers. I take them out and try them on every
THREE:and all ninety-seven reminded of their manners, and told to say,until we left. I don't think an idea ever entered the front door.
THREE: