More bonbons for the juveniles
arrived by Saturday night, and a letter for Marjorie.
_My Dear Little Love, Marjorie._--It was very kind of you to
remember your poor boy in his exile from home in the big, hot,
dusty city. I liked your dear little letter very much, all except
that one word about you know who. I am sure you did not think, or
you would never have written so of one so good and kind to you and
me. You will not say that any more I am sure. I have put your
letter and the flowers you were so kind as to pick and dry for me
in my best drawer where I keep my treasures. I send you a new
picture book just out, with many coloured plates of flowers in it.
When I come up you must tell me if you know their names. Please
tell your cousins' grandpapa that I would like very much if he were
here, or I were there, that we might have a nice quiet smoke and
talk together. I am sorry poor old Muggins is dead. You did not
tell me what killed him. Tryphena ought to make Sylvanus buy a
spelling book to study while he is on watch in your papa's ship.
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