Capitolo 11
from the box a great, soft cover-wrap with a surprisingly
strange model, indistinct of green and red against a dark background
of rusted black. With amazement in increase he picked up the
letter companion and it analyzed him with hurry.
"Dear Young fellow", the letter rather intimately started. But you/he/she was not signed
"Cornelia." Was signed "Molly!"
II
Turning back nervously to the wrapping-paper of the box Stanton read once
more the perfectly the plan, perfectly clear name and
address,--his/her really, repeated in absolute duplicate on the envelope.
More express of his/her understanding mental physical and mere embarrassment
started to line up the text through his/her cheek-bones. Then suddenly the whole truth
dawned on him: The first installment of his In series-love-letter had
arrival.
"But I thought--the thought would be type-written", he stammered
miserably to him. "I thought that you/he/she would have been a--both a--the hectographed
kind of a thing. Because, hangs him all, is a true letter! And when me
doubled my control and he/she sent to call a luxe of de of special edition--I was not
sitting on on my legs of hind that implore for true presents!"
But the "Dear Young fellow" the pleasant one persisted, you round off, almost childish
writing by hand:
"DEAR YOUNG FELLOW,
"I could have _cried_ yesterday when I found Your letter
telling me as gotten sick is you. Yes!--But crying is not able
'comfy' You some, is able? So only to send her/it
correct-street-rapid anything to try that I am thinking about you,
here is a great, being happy woolly wrap to hold her/it comfortable
and it heats this very evening. I wonder if it interested Him
some to all to know that it is wide of a more larksomes
Banishes on on my grandfather it is sweet-meadowed farm,--a
really, really Black Sheep that I have raised mine really
sweaters and handle grips above for the five past years. Only it
takings two whole seasons to raise a cover-wrap, this way
is pleased terribly please very with him. And oh, the Mr. Sick