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them until I came to the pink ones inside and then I was in too much of a hurry and went at it with the scissors—  It smelt of Aunt [[?]] and I put my 'Bulgarian hood right on and May says its becoming. Where did you get the idea? and as for my Aunt Eliza work-bag, it is [[in]] our attic already an air of aesthetic elegance and shall take the place of the biscuit box I have been using—  And I fairly yelled for joy over my wash-rag and jelly of glycerine and roses - often deplored
The two sisters of the former who came with me are getting very tired and this one is I see in quite a stout and hearty condition and ready to begin the crusade against coal dust and ashes—
It was fun to hand out her things to May and I appreciated all the 
pretty yellow strings—  I am writing to the boys about their bewitching
pins - have all the things spread