We are going to have a party
to-night, and have been busy all day getting ready. All the good
things are cooked, waiting till night, when Mac will be home. We
have three splendid baked apples, and three eggs roasted in the
ashes, but we have only two pies. We could only find two
blacking-box lids, and as these are our pie-pans, we have only two
pies. We washed and scoured the black all off, and they looked as
nice as Sophia's tins, which she will never let us touch at home.
Our biscuits are not as nice quite as hers, it was so hard to make
them round, and our range don't bake on both sides, so we had to
turn them over to get both sides cooked. Our things all look very
good, and I am real hungry for them, but you know it would not do
to eat the party before Mac comes. We have made wreaths of
maple-leaves, to wear on our heads to-night, one for Mac, too. We
thought it would do for a boy to wear a wreath as long as there are
so few of us, and the leaves are so pretty; and as it is my
birthday, I have some leaves basted all around my blue dress, and
it looks lovely.
I must stop now. Give my love to all. Take good care of Fideli, and
kiss all around for your loving daughter,
JULIA.
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