Robin says: "Mamma, tell the Postmistress that my little pet bird
Jimmie died, and wasn't it too bad, but that now I have a beautiful
white dove and a dear little bird whose name is Montie, but I still
mourn for Jimmie, whose cage was draped in mourning for a whole
week. We buried him in our yard."
Robin thinks that Edgar is a very pretty name for a boy, or Irving.
She does not really know which to choose for little Marion W.'s
dear baby brother. She says, "If one little girl may put in more
than one name for Marion to choose from, put both Irving and Edgar
in from Robin D."
I am very sorry little Jimmie died. When Marion chooses a name, she must
not forget to send us all word what it is, as we feel quite an interest,
don't we, children?
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