There isn't a window-shade in the house that isn't pulled down EXACTLY to the middle sash, except where the sun shines, and those are pulled way down.

Imagine me and Spunk living there! Oh, by the way, you don't mind my bringing Spunk, do you?
I hope you don't, for I couldn't live without Spunk, and he couldn't live with out me.
"Please let me hear from you very soon.

I don't mind if you telegraph; and just 'come' would be all you'd have to say.

Then I'd get ready right away and let you know what train to meet me on.

And, oh, say--if you'll wear a pink in your buttonhole I will, too.