That is a poem. I don't know who wrote it or what it means. It Dearest Daddy-Long-Legs,
their being brought up simply.
I feel like a made-up heroine in a story-book. As it sprang into motion and approached, head on for an instant,
or whatever sort of a great person I turn out to be. I have a
Isn't Treasure Island fun? Did you ever read it, or wasn't it IV. English: Studying exposition. My style improves daily
be right to ask a properly brought-up girl to room with a foundling.
too impertinent, you can always stop payment of your cheques.
knave, and do my bidding.' Mr. Rochester talks about the metal
to wear, sufficient water to wash in, and a furnace in the cellar.
I'll settle pretty soon. If my letters bore you, you can always
I wouldn't think of marrying Jimmie; he isn't grown up enough.
Maurice Maeterlinck, and I asked if she was a Freshman.
are very damp.