Dear Scout:
Please read my letter in the tray of Mary Marie’s trunk before unpacking. Here is the key.
Mother.
“Oh, bring the trunk, please, Katie,” said Mary Frances, “and I’ll carry Mary Marie.”
“I’ll pry off the cover”
Closed
her eyes
contentedly
“Come, dear,” she said. “Mother wants to take you up to see Grandma and Angie, your sister.”
Mary Marie nestled back in Mary Frances’ arms, and closed her eyes quite contentedly.
“What lovely long eye-lashes,” whispered Mary Frances.