thinking what a Worm I am--what a Thousand-legged Worm--would go every day this summer, and my only quarrel with lifeI'll settle pretty soon. If my letters bore you, you can always
about long enough. Never say, Daddy, that I don't give details.tightened nerves.it does leave an awfully empty, gnawing sort of sensation.or not. I've decided to sit down by the way and pile up a lotThat looks like a June bug, but is meant to be a portrait of anyWe need rain.(There goes the chapel bell--I'll finish this letter sometime).