Ask mother what I told you. Take her at her cleverest, and don’t eat up all the sweet apples.
From your brother,
Dorry.
P. S. Put some away in meal to mellow. Don’t mellow ’em with your knuckles.
Mrs. Baker, I imagine, was not particularly fond of boys. She gave her permission, however, for Dorry to bring a “muddy-shoed” companion home with him, as we see by the following letter from William Henry to his grandmother.
A Letter from William Henry.
My dear Grandmother,—
Dorry asked his sister to ask his mother if he might ask me to go home with him. And she said yes; but to wait a week first, because the house was just got ready to have a great party, and she couldn’t stand two muddy-shoed boys. May I go?
Tom Cush was sent home; but he didn’t go. His father lives in the same town that Dorry does. He has been here to look for him.