You will think we are very old-fashioned, I'm afraid.
Pee-wee paused and smacked his lips and nearly fell backward off the limb.

One hundred jars of preserves and more coming, Apples rotting on the trees! All that remained to complete his happiness was a bush laden with ice cream cones growing wild.

He read the concluding sentences: Your uncle would be glad to go and bring you in the buckboard but it would take very long and he is busy haying so if you don't mind the bad road it would be better for your father to send you in the automobile.

Be sure to turn off the highway to the right just above Baxters.

The road goes through the woods.
Your loving AUNT JAMSIAH.
Steadying himself with one hand, Pee-wee took the letter between his teeth as if he were about to eat it.