“The things are lonesome,” she wrote, “and pining for someone to love them and use them. I am sending them to your new Camp Fire because I know your girls will love them as they deserve to be loved. The ghosts of all the good times we had in the House of the Open Door are hovering around the things, so anyone that gets them can’t help falling under the old spell and learning how to squeeze the most fun out of every minute.
“The gymnasium apparatus is the Sandwiches’ Christmas present. It was Slim’s and the Captain’s idea to send it out to you for your girls and boys to use.
“The House of the Open Door is being turned into Red Cross work rooms for Camp Fire Girls and we need every inch of space for the work tables. Even our beloved Lodge is Giving Service.”
Gladys Evans, your father is an angel! He doesn’t need to wait until he gets to heaven for his halo, it’s visible a mile off, this minute! To think of sending me a graphophone and a hundred records! I simply can’t tell you what that is going to mean to my school. I won’t be able to drive the boys and girls away now!
And your mother! That lantern machine and the slides showing the Red Cross work and all the other splendid things is worth its weight in gold.
Oh, my dears! Where did you ever find time to make those twelve ceremonial dresses?
“FROM THE LAST OF THE WINNEBAGOS TO THE FIRST OF THE WENONAHS. LET BIG SISTER WINNIE SEE THAT LITTLE SISSY WEENIE IS PROPERLY CLOTHED.”
I’ll bet anything your friend Agony wrote that. I have a feeling that she and I are kindred spirits.
Won’t my girls revel in those beads and looms, though?
BOOKS! Four whole cases of them! What on earth have you done now?