And we had painted and papered it all so nice before they came. They run up just like the steps of a stair. Gerald's the oldest. He's twelve and they call him Jerry. He's a clever boy.
Faith is eleven.
She is a regular tomboy but pretty as a picture, I must say. I was at the manse one night last week and Mrs. James Millison was there, too. Faith took them and whisked down the cellar with them. Near the bottom of the stairs she caught her toe and fell the rest of the way, milk and eggs and all. You can imagine the result, Mrs. Dr. dear.