You may think that I have odd taste; but I _love_ Bobby's stentor laugh, and Tou Tou's ear-piercing yells.

I even forget to think whether their mirth passes the appointed bounds I had set it.

I have mislaid my receipt of cold repression.

My heart goes out to them.
I have been a little disturbed as to how to dispose of father during the day, but he mercifully takes that trouble off my hands.

Providence has brought good out of evil, congenial occupation out of the hat-box.