I am going to try for the speling prize but fear I cannot get it.
I would not care but wrong speling looks dreadful in poetry.
Last Sunday when I found seraphim in the dictionary I was ashamed
I had made it serrafim but seraphim is not a word you can guess
at like another long one, outlandish, in this letter which spells
itself. Miss Dearborn says use the words you can spell and if you
cant spell seraphim make angel do but angels are not just the
same as seraphims. Seraphims are brighter whiter and have bigger
wings and I think are older and longer dead than angels which are
just freshly dead and after a long time in heaven around the
great white throne grow to be seraphims.
I sew on brown gingham dresses every afternoon when Emma Jane and
the Simpsons are playing house or running on the Logs when their
mothers do not know it. Their mothers are afraid they will drown
and aunt M. is afraid I will wet my clothes so will not let me
either. I can play from half past four to supper and after supper
a little bit and Saturday afternoons. I am glad our cow has a
calf and it is spotted. It is going to be a good year for apples
and hay so you and John will be glad and we can pay a little more
morgage. Miss Dearborn asked us what is the object of edducation
and I said the object of mine was to help pay off the morgage.
She told Aunt M. and I had to sew extra for punishment because
she says a morgage is disgrace like stealing or smallpox and it
will be all over town that we have one on our farm. Emma Jane is
not morgaged nor Richard Carter nor Dr. Winship but the Simpsons
are.

Rise my soul, strain every nerve,
Thy morgage to remove,
Gain thy mother's heartfelt thanks