So the quiet days went by and brought in the New Year.
CHAPTER VI
LETTERS
December 26.
Darling Mother:—
Christmas day is like the Fourth of July, they set off fire crackers, and it is so warm that you wear summer dresses. I wore my white dress.
I read last night to Granny from the minister’s book. You know he wrote, not to be opened until Christmas. It is full of poems. The first one says:
Where did you come from, baby dear?
Out of the everywhere into here.
There are babies living about here, only their mothers don’t wash them very much. There are no bath tubs and no hot water faucets. I take my bath in the wash tub.
December 27.