I hoped I could pay a bit more attention to my head all the time.
I was sad for a while.
17th—Good Annie wrote me from Mrs. Willis’.
What a scrawl!
But woman’s bad grammar and infirm penmanship are pathetic, don’t you think so?
It might look better on a thin blue tablet.
But poor Annie chose such thick smooth paper.
Oya! What?
A five-dollar check?
My goodness, I had forgotten all about my lottery! Even the ticket I have lost. It drew out five dollars.