e clock struck
nine and then to give you this."

"This" was a note folded into the shape of a cocked hat, which Suzanna
thought very elegant. Mrs. Procter, accustomed to Suzanna's ways,
unfolded the note, smiled at the large printed letters, sighed a little
at the thought of the great effort put into their forming, read once,
twice, then sat up very straight. The note thus told its own story:

My Loving Mother:

I have given myself to the Reynolds for there own.
Mrs. Reynolds is not happy with Reynolds' slams of
doors and crossness be cause they have no child.
They will be pretty sprised to see me to night and
glad with my big shiny bag witch I have borrowed
from my once very loved father. I have my pink
dress witch will soon be a rose in it and my other
things. I wore my hat and coat even if it is warm.
You will not miss me much because the last baby
went away and a baby always makes more work. And
anyway one little girl out of a big family wont
make any difrunce. But if you want any fine
errands ran, you can borrow Mrs. Reynolds new
child. Tell father I am loving my naybor as
myself. It hurt me till something stopped inside
to see Mrs. Reynolds put her apron over her head
at Reynolds slams. Perhaps the mother angel that
stops at our house all the time will pause at Mrs.
Reynolds' next time and leave a bundle, thinking
when I'm there a family don't have to be started
which is always hard, I suppose. Mother, please
don't forget about borrowing. It is not polite to
come 2 often even to borrow me for some thing big.
It took me an hour and twenty minutes to write
this while you were at the butshers and grosers
and Maizie at the window. I had to stop too, to
watch the beans on the stove. I have labored over
some of the big spelling with fathers dicsionary
on my knee, remembering to make all my i's big
I's.

Farewell forever,
Suzanna _Reynolds_.

P. S. Mrs. Reynolds can afford to cut away the
goods from under all lace, which makes my heart
jump! Perhaps tho even tho I'm sorry for her, if
she hadn't