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They really enjoy doing these little things like fixing our dinner, and if my poor company can add to any one's pleasure I am too glad. Sincerely yours, ELINORE RUPERT. Mr. Stewart is going to put up my house for me in pay for my extra work. I am ashamed of my long letters to you, but I am such a murderer of language that I have to use it all to tell anything. Please don't entirely forget me.
Our departure being decided upon, he wished to start even the very next day; and while we were instructing our sisters Elinore and Marie concerning some trunks that we should leave behind us, and which they must pack and have ready for the flatboat, papa recommended to mamma a great slaughter of fowls, etc., and especially to have ready for embarkation two of our best cows.
Roses don't all grow one way, he claims, and so his method "makes 'em look more nachul like." A little thing like wall-paper put on upside down don't bother me; but what would I do if I were a "second"? Your loving friend, ELINORE RUPERT STEWART. November, 1913. This is Sunday and I suppose I ought not to be writing, but I must write to you and I may not have another chance soon.
Your ex-Washlady, ELINORE RUPERT STEWART. November 16, 1912. At last I can write you as I want to. I am afraid you think I am going to wait until the "bairns" are grown up before writing to my friends, but indeed I shall not. I fully intend to "gather roses while I may." Since God has given me two blessings, children and friends, I shall enjoy them both as I go along.
But one consolation is that I generally have plenty of material to cut generously, and many of my failures have proved to be real blessings. I do hope this New Year may bring to you the desire of your heart and all that those who love you best most wish for you. With lots and lots of love from baby and myself. Your ex-washlady, ELINORE RUPERT.
A big owl hooted lonesomely among the pines, and soon a pack of yelping coyotes went scampering across the frozen waste. It was not the Christmas I had in mind when I sent the card, but it was a dandy one, just the same. With best wishes for you for a happy, happy New Year, Sincerely your friend, ELINORE RUPERT STEWART. January 23, 1913.
Few people, perhaps, consider me reticent, but in some cases I am afraid I am even deceitful. Won't you make it easy to "'fess" so I may be happy again? Truly your friend, ELINORE RUPERT. June 16, 1910. Your card just to hand. I wrote you some time ago telling you I had a confession to make and have had no letter since, so thought perhaps you were scared I had done something too bad to forgive.
I know the message of God's love and care has been told once, anyway, to people who have learned to believe more strongly in hell than in heaven. Dear friend, I do hope that this New Year will bring you and yours fuller joys than you have ever known. If I had all the good gifts in my hands you should certainly be blessed. Your sincere friend, ELINORE RUPERT STEWART. September 1, 1910.
I got home at twelve and found, to my joy, that none of the men had returned, so I am safe from their superiority for a while, at least. With many apologies for this outrageous letter, I am Your ex-Washlady, ELINORE RUPERT. November 22, 1909. I was dreadfully afraid that my last letter was too much for you and now I feel plumb guilty.
I always think I shall do better with more time, but with three "bairns," garden, chickens, cows, and housework I don't seem to find much time for anything. Now for the first question. My maiden name was Pruitt, so when I am putting on airs I sign Elinore Pruitt Stewart.
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