He has the cutest little way of calling me "Willa-will." It always brings back that dreadful, ridiculous, delightful night when Ken came to say good-bye, and I was so furious and happy.

Jims is pink and white and big-eyed and curly-haired and every now and then I discover a new dimple in him.

I can never quite believe he is really the same creature as that scrawny, yellow, ugly little changeling I brought home in the soup tureen.
Nobody has ever heard a word from Jim Anderson.

If he never comes back I shall keep Jims always.

Everybody here worships and spoils him--or would spoil him if Morgan and I didn't stand remorselessly in the way.
Susan says Jims is the cleverest child she ever saw and can recognize Old Nick when he sees him--this because Jims threw poor Doc out of an upstairs window one day.