Well, Walter, you will be welcome if you can come
and spend the summer with us. I suppose you're a great
big boy by now; your mother was always tall for her age.
There are boys here who would like to be scout boys and
your uncle says you can teach them. We will do all we can
so that you have a pleasant summer if you come and tell
your mother we will be real glad to see you and will take
good care of you.

I can't write more now because I am putting up
preserves, one hundred jars already. The apples will be
rotting on the trees, it's a shame. You will think we are
very old-fashioned, I'm afraid.

Pee-Wee paused and smacked his lips and nearly fell backward off the
limb. One hundred jars of preserves and more coming, Apples rotting on
the trees! All that remained to complete his happiness was a bush laden
with ice cream cones growing wild. He read the concluding sentences:

Your uncle would be glad to go and bring you in the
buckboard but it would take very long and he is busy
haying so if you don't mind the bad road it would be
better for your father to send you in the automobile. Be
sure to turn off the highway to the right just above
Baxters. The road goes through the woods.

Your loving

AUNT JAMSIAH.