P. S. Dorry’s just come in. He and Bubby Short and I bought “Seraphine”
some wedding presents and he’s done ’em up in cotton-wool, and they’ll
come to her in a pink envelope. Dorry sent that red-stoned ring and I
sent the blue-stoned. We thought they’d do for a doll’s bracelets. Bubby
Short sends the artificial rosebud. He likes flowers,--he keeps a
geranium. We bought the presents at the Two Betseys’ Shop. They said
they’d do for bracelets. Dorry says, “Don’t mention the price, for ’t
isn’t likely everybody can make such dear presents, and might hurt their
feelings.” We tried to make some poetry, but couldn’t think of but two
lines.
When you’re a gallant soldier’s wife,
May you be happy all your life!
Dorry says that’s enough, for she couldn’t be any more than happy all
her life. “Can too!” W. B. said. “Can be good!” “O, poh!” Bubby Short
said; “she can’t be happy without she’s good, can she?” But I want to
study my lesson now.