Aunt M. does. Tell Mark he can have my paint
box, but I should like him to keep the red cake in case I come
home again. I hope Hannah and John do mot get tired doing my
work.

Your afectionate friend

REBECCA.

P. S. Please give the piece of poetry to John because he likes my
poetry even when it is not very good. This piece is not very good
but it is true but I hope you won't mind what is in it as you ran
away.

This house is dark and dull and dreer
No light doth shine from far or near
Its like the tomb.

And those of us who live herein
Are almost as dead as serrafim
Though not as good.

My guardian angel is asleep
At leest he doth not virgil keep
Ah! Woe is me!

Then give me back my lonely farm
Where none alive did wish me harm
Dear home of youth!