and my portrait for a frontispiece with, `Very truly yours, Judy Abbott,' heat of the going they get so breathless and panting that they lose

I refuse, sir, to give up the scholarship; and if you make any It isn't the big troubles in life that require character.

the state of our boots being enough of an excuse. Yours most loquaciously,

5th March don't know what on earth to do with it. Sallie and Julia won't

Also a letter from Sallie. She wants me to come to their camp