J.W.
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Here is a nice letter that a little girl wrote to her mother nearly
thirty-three years ago. The little girl was away from her town home on
a visit to the country for the sake of her health; and all that she
wrote in the letter was true.
Mr. McDonald's, October 1st, 1845.
MY DEAR MOTHER: I wish my arms were long enough to reach two miles,
I want to give you a good hug, I am so glad you let me come out
here. I was a little bit afraid last night, the horse was so high,
and it was so dark. I never rode on a horse in the dark before, you
know. It was so dark in the woods I could not see anything, but my
eyes would stay so wide open they hurt me. I held as tight to Mr.
George as I could; I felt as though some big thing was just going
to snatch me off the horse, all the time; my fingers felt like they
were full of pins when I let go. Everything does taste so good out
here, and the air is so clean. I stretched out my arms to it this
morning, it felt so good. We have a play-house on the rocks; it has
two fire-places. They are made out of flat stones, and inside of
the big stones we set up two smaller stones, and lay a flat one
across, and there we do our cooking.
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