It was a lovely tea; and directly after it Easter sat down at her mother’s desk and wrote to Chris. Very large, with beautiful up-and-down strokes:
“Dear Chris,
“I’m sory I pushed you. Sum of them shall be boys. The ones with the names you don’t like. Please don’t get lost.
“Your loving
“Easter.”
She licked the flap of the envelope with copious completeness, and in one corner of the address, very thick and black, in inch-long printed letters was the word “Eargunt.”
TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES:
Obvious typographical errors have been corrected.
Inconsistencies in hyphenation have been standardized.