It was from Prudy.
"MY DEAR LITTLE DARLING SISTER: I want to see you more than tongue can tell.

Norah let Susy bake some biscuits last night, because there wasn't anybody at home but mother, and grandma, and Susy, and Norah, and me.

But they were as tough as _sew leather_.
Susy forgot the creamor tartar, and soda, and salt.

She wasn't to blame.
"I'm so lonesome I can't wait to see my darling sister.
"Now I have some news to tell:-- "Mother is going to be married! "You will think that is funny; but she is going to be married to the same husband she was before.
"It will be a Crystal Wedding, because it is fifteen years.
"She invites you and father to come home to it; she couldn't have it without father.
"You are going to be the bridesmaid! How queer! Mamma didn't think, the first time she was married, that ever it would be _you_ that would be her bridesmaid! "From your dear, dear "PRUDY." "P.S.

There will be wedding cake." "P.S.