Thy family's grateful love.

Pronounce family quick or it won't sound right.
Your loving little friend
REBECCA.

DEAR JOHN,--YOU remember when we tide the new dog in the barn how
he bit the rope and howled. I am just like him only the brick
house is the barn and I can not bite Aunt M. because I must be
grateful and edducation is going to be the making of me and help
you pay off the mortgage when we grow up.
Your loving
BECKY.

III.
WISDOM'S WAYS
THE day of Rebecca's arrival had been Friday, and on the Monday
following she began her education at the school which was in
Riverboro Centre, about a mile distant. Miss Sawyer borrowed a
neighbor's horse and wagon and drove her to the schoolhouse,
interviewing the teacher, Miss Dearborn, arranging for books, and
generally starting the child on the path that was to lead to
boundless knowledge.
Rebecca walked to school after the first morning. She loved this
part of the day's programme. When the dew was not too heavy and
the weather was fair there was a short cut through the woods.
She turned off the main road, crept through Joshua Woodman's
bars, waved away Mrs. Carter's cows, trod the short grass of the
pasture, with its well-worn path running through gardens of
buttercups and whiteweed, and groves of boxberry leaves and sweet