As for the dishwashing, how you three girls do chatter while you are at it, and boast as to whose cups and saucers are wiped cleanest. If you will send a copy of the Queer Story, corrected, I can tell if it be right.
Ruth Kimball. Hunting eggs; boating among pond lilies; at Cedar Bend Farm; with such a dear companion as Alice must be, what a happy girl you are. Well, child, make other hearts sunny, too, won’t you?
Gertrude Burgess. None but perfect ones on the Queer Story appears in my report. Many come within one of it; that is a failure all the same as one hundred. See? “A miss is as good as a mile.” So, look your work over and over and over before you send it. Thus you will certainly do perfect work some day. Meanwhile the effort will be a—school to you. You are a blessed girl to be fighting so bravely against that fault. Have you learned how to lean your weakness upon Jesus’ might?
Lydia Sewell. The pansy on the card is larger than many, but no larger than some I’ve seen. By careful culture they grow to great size. Your corrected Queer Story is well done, yet with a few errors. It would be rather unusual if every particular had been right. Still, if you are a girl of good metal, you will certainly tug away at this spelling business till you will know the right as readily as you now know your mamma’s face from five thousand others. Keep on and show yourself a true Pansy soldier.
Lydia I. Boring. Your Queer Story is within one of perfection. So you need not be cast down. Some have made a dozen mistakes. I guess you will be A No. 1 one on the next Queer Story.
Adella F. Coy. Am glad you are pleased to think so kindly of your Pansy picture. I wonder if you have the picture of the Lord engraven on your heart and often look tenderly upon it through the eye of faith and love. Let’s never grow too old to delight in leading and blessing the little ones. You rejoice me in what you say of the badge. Many others say the same thing. If you will send me a corrected copy of the Queer Story I will examine it.
Helen S. Sloan. See above about the Queer Story. You “Busy Bees” made $127. The hospital will think that sweet as honey. You must write D. Lothrop Company, Boston, Mass., about the “prizes.” They will explain.
Mary E. Simpson. At your request, I hand your letter to R. M. Alden. I guess he will not throw it into the waste-basket.
Charlie Compher lives in Leesburg, Va. He will be glad to get a letter from you.
The country is a blessed place. Isn’t it queer that so many country boys and girls don’t think so, but are discontented and want to get to the city, feeling sure that the city will make them happy? Contentment, my dear Mary, is a precious possession.