Read Mother’s last letter
Father is calling me to come for a ride, and I must drop a line to my Billy Boy—who is a good Scout, too.
Can you feel this kiss and this hug? I know you can—for what are miles to us whose love for each other flies through space?
Your loving Mother.
P. S.—Thank you so much for the picture of Jubey.
With
Angie asleep
in her
arms
“My, I feel better,” said Mary Frances, drying her tears. “But if it weren’t for my sewing lessons, even with Grandma’s help, I’d not be a Scout. Billy is a good Scout:—but now,—for the lesson,” and she went to the sewing-room very softly, with Angie asleep in her arms.