After your sister was in bed, and Aunt Phebe gone, your father says to me: “Grandma, the boy’s like his mother.” And he took a walk around the place, and then went off to his bedroom without even opening his night’s paper. If ever a man set store by his boy, that man is your father. And, O Billy, if you had done anything mean, or disgraced yourself in any way, what a dreadful blow ’t would have been to us all!
The measles come with a cough. The first thing is to drive ’em out. Get a nurse. That is, if you catch them. They’re a natural sickness, and one sensible old woman is better than half a dozen doctors. Saffron’s good to drive ’em out.
Aunt Phebe is knitting you a comforter. As if she hadn’t family enough of her own to do for!
From your loving
Grandmother.
I think this the proper place to insert the following letter from Dorry Baker to his sister. I am sorry we have so few of Dorry’s letters. Two very entertaining ones will be given presently, describing a visit Dorry made to William Henry’s home. The two boys, as we shall see, soon after their acquaintance, grew to be remarkably good friends. Mr. Baker, Dorry’s father, hearing his son’s glowing accounts of William Henry’s family, took a little trip to Summer Sweeting place on purpose to see them, and was so well pleased with Grandmother, Mr. Carver, Uncle Jacob, and the rest, as to suggest to his wife that they should buy some land in the vicinity, and turn farmers. He and Grandmother had a very pleasant talk about their boys; and not long after, knowing, I suppose, that it would gratify the old lady, he sent her some of Dorry’s letters, that she might have the pleasure of reading for herself what Dorry had written about her Billy, and about Billy’s people and Billy’s home. Perhaps, too, Mr. Baker was a little bit proud of the smart letters his son could write.
Dorry’s Letter to his Sister.
Dear Sis,—
If mother’s real clever, I want you to ask her something right away. But if it’s baking-day, or washing-day, or company’s coming off, or preserves going on, or anything’s upset down below; or if she’s got a headache or a dress-maker, or anything else that’s bad,—then wait.