Dear Pansy:
I really cannot think how to commence this letter. Oh! I want to tell you that I found thirty-seven misspelled words in the funny queer piece about babies. I hope none of them are mine. Once I made up some poetry; it is not very good, but I will write it to you. Here it is:
Many an Indian man
Intruded upon the colonial land.
But they never tried to massacre
The little people of Alaska.
I am very much interested in Nettie Decker, and, for that matter, in every story that there is in The Pansy.
Good-by,
May Finney.