A Letter from Davy "It's beginning to snow, girls," said Phil, coming in one November evening, "and there are the loveliest little stars and crosses all over the garden walk.

I never noticed before what exquisite things snowflakes really are.

One has time to notice things like that in the simple life.
Bless you all for permitting me to live it.

It's really delightful to feel worried because butter has gone up five cents a pound." "Has it ?" demanded Stella, who kept the household accounts.
"It has--and here's your butter.

I'm getting quite expert at marketing.
It's better fun than flirting," concluded Phil gravely.
"Everything is going up scandalously," sighed Stella.
"Never mind.