myself. It hurt me till something stopped inside
to see Mrs. Reynolds put her apron over her head
at Reynolds slams. Perhaps the mother angel that
stops at our house all the time will pause at Mrs.
Reynolds' next time and leave a bundle, thinking
when I'm there a family don't have to be started
which is always hard, I suppose. Mother, please
don't forget about borrowing. It is not polite to
come 2 often even to borrow me for some thing big.
It took me an hour and twenty minutes to write
this while you were at the butshers and grosers
and Maizie at the window. I had to stop too, to
watch the beans on the stove. I have labored over
some of the big spelling with fathers dicsionary
on my knee, remembering to make all my i's big
I's.

Farewell forever,
Suzanna _Reynolds_.

P. S. Mrs. Reynolds can afford to cut away the
goods from under all lace, which makes my heart
jump! Perhaps tho even tho I'm sorry for her, if
she hadn't promised to cut away the goods from
under the lace in my pink dress, I wouldn't have
adopted myself out to her. So I shall see you when
I recite "The Little Martyr of Smyrna" with the
green showing through the windows of my many yards
of lace. O, Mother, I couldn't bare to ware that
dress which is just a _dress_ when it could be a