liberties with her. She is a darling.

[Sidenote: _No. 3 (b)_]

She is a purist, too. I called her up after I put her in my book, and I
said, "You are fond of me, aren't you, Mrs. Gobbler?" And she said,
"Youbetcha." "And you are a good sport, aren't you?" "Surest thing you
know!" "That's good, for I have said a horrid thing to you. I had to,
in order to stop the club discussion." And she responded soulfully, "Go
to it, Kid!"

[Sidenote: _No. 4_]

Mrs. Sheesasite's husband did not really have to buy her a pair of
freight scales; that is just a gentle josh. The ordinary scales will
weigh 300 pounds, I believe. She is also a dear.

[Sidenote: _No. 5_]

My husband's eyes are not really green, nor is he cross-eyed. They are
the loveliest, softest brown. The green eyes belong on the maternal side
of this house.

[Sidenote: _No. 6_]

My artist is not really noted. He is just an ordinary adorable
ten-year-old boy kiddie. Aren't his little figures the dearest ever?

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