Affectionately,
Judy.
P. S. I forgot to tell you the farm news, but it ’s very distressing. Skip this postscript if you don’t want your sensibilities all wrought up.
Poor old Grove is dead. He got so he could n’t chew and they had to shoot him.
Nine chickens were killed by a weasel or a skunk or a rat last week.
One of the cows is sick, and we had to have the veterinary surgeon out from Bonnyrigg Four Corners. Amasai stayed up all night to give her linseed oil and whisky. But we have an awful suspicion that the poor sick cow got nothing but linseed oil.
Sentimental Tommy (the tortoise-shell cat) has disappeared; we are afraid he has been caught in a trap.
There are lots of troubles in the world!
May 17th.
Dear Daddy-Long-Legs,