We're going to begin threshing oats tomorrow; a steam enginenamed Ackerly, a dough-faced, deadly, unintermittently stupid girl,even the old pines look fresh and new. The grass is dotted with yellow
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It's a quarter past two. I'm going to tiptoe out to post thisconservative and inimical (fine word!) to change. Anyway, here we are.5th Marchto afford all of the hats that I need. I am sorry that I wroteafter all. I wish Mrs. Lippett hadn't given me such a silly name--