Little, Brown and Company, 1914. This one I made last. I did n't want your eagle eyes seeing all the bobbly stitches on the first one. I hope you like it, Ward.
Every stitch stands for a thought of the hills and our good times.
I 've brought Minervy back to life, and I try to play my old pretends sometimes. But they always break up into pieces. I 'm not a kid now, you see. Mommie does n't seem to get much better. I 'm worried about her.