I'd rather have Miss Grace Ann than her, and I shouldn't be crazy about having Miss Grace Ann.
Well, I guess there's nothing more to write.

Things at school are just the same, only more so.

The girls are getting so they act almost as bad as those down to Boston in the school where I went before I changed.

Of course, maybe it's the divorce here, same as it was there.
But I don't see how it can be that here.

Why, they've known it from the very first! Oh, dear suz me! How I do wish I could see Mother to-night and have her take me in her arms and kiss me.