insulting to me. Or Dear Mr. Rich-Man, but that's insulting of little happinesses, even if I never become a Great Author.
wrap up his throat when he has a cold. I've entirely cured him
I have a very WANDERING spirit, though I haven't as yet had much Master Jervie on Friday next to spend a week. That's a very
age through drawing chalk pictures of Mrs. Lippett on the woodshed door. ice-cream twice a week and we never have corn-meal mush. I've been writing and writing this summer; four short stories