A Summer in a Canyon by Kate Douglas Smith Wiggin
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CAMP CHAPARRAL, July 13, 188-. STUDIO RAPHAEL. Dear Little Sis,--The enclosed sketches speak for themselves, or at least I hope they do. Keep them in your private portfolio, and when I am famous you can produce them to show the public at what an early age my genius began to sprout. At first I thought I'd make them real 'William Henry' pictures, but concluded to give you a variety. Can't stop to write another line; and if you missed your regular letter this week you must not growl, for the sketches took an awful lot of time, and I'm just rushed to death here anyway. Love to mother and father. Your loving brother. JACK P.S.--Polly says you need not expect to recognise that deer by his portrait, should you ever meet him, as no one could expect to get a STRIKING likeness at a distance of a half-mile. But, honestly, we have been closer than that to several deer. CHAPTER V: THE FOREST OF ARDEN--GOOD NEWS |
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