17/17 I have so wished I had a sister. The boys are very dear, you know; but still boys think about themselves, of course, and their own affairs. One has more to run after them, you know. Not that any boys could be better than ours, but--anyway, Margery darling, I wish you weren't here just on a visit, but were going to stop here always, and be my sister!" "So do I!" I cried. |