I know how you love them.
The dandelion is very modest and I hope the censor won't lose it out, for she has a long way to go and carries a burden of love.

I wish I was bringing them in the door of the Scribner cottage at this very minute.
RICHARD.
VOLO, November 27.
I got here today, after the darnedest voyage of two days in a small steamer.

We ran through a snow storm and there was no way to warm the boat.

So, I DIED.

You know how cold affects me--well--this was the coldest cold I ever died of.