Mother and I are packing up to go away for the summer.

Don't forget me.

I shall be thinking every day of those lovely things you said to me.
I don't know what they will try to do with me, and I don't care.

I really think as you do, Bart, that God has married us to each other.
"Yours forever, SALLY DUNKELBERG." How often I read those words--so like all the careless words of the young!.