I had a real nice time when I went to see Bunker Hill and the Museum with uncle; and, of course, it was my own fault that I didn't like to wear gloves, and choked so at dinner.
"Mother says you will never want to see me there again; and I shouldn't think you would.

Seems to me I never did such a thing in all my life, and you haven't any idea how badly I feel about it.

But I know that doesn't help it any.
"I've made up my mind never to do anything again till I've thought it all over as many as twelve times.

Mother says two or three would do, but I think twelve would be safer.
"I wish you'd let Joy come up here.

I'd take her boating and riding, and up to Ripton, and down to the swamp, and everything, and try to make up.
"I don't suppose you will ever care anything more about me; but I wish you'd please to excuse me and forgive me.
"Your affectionate niece, "Gypsy.
"P.