"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. S.--Winnie's cat has the _cun_ningest little set of kittens you ever saw. They're all blind, and they have such funny paws."