feel like dancing a jig up and down the wards, and it is only with great
difficulty that I can restrain myself.
I must stop now, because Sherry is clamoring for refreshments.
Your blissful, too-thankful-to-live
NYODA.
P.S. The soap is in the closet under the kitchen stairs. I forgot to
tell you before I went away.
A chorus of glad cries greeted the reading of the letter. "Sherry's going to get well! Isn't it wonderful?"
Hinpoha and Migwan flung their arms around each other in an exuberance of feeling just at the same moment that Sahwah and Gladys did the same thing, and they all laughed and hugged each other for joy.
"Dear Nyoda! Think of her, going without sleep for three nights and keeping up through it all!"