THE CORN LADY 75 



Wheaton, Iowa, June 3, 1911 



MY DEAR DADDY: My heart is so full 

 that I can only tell you to-night of our last 

 day. We had been busy in school right up 

 to the last and thought we would not plan 

 for a big program, but that we would just 

 have a quiet little picnic by ourselves. We 

 haven't talked much about it, either, for we 

 have all been sort of dreading this last day. 



I told the boys and girls that we would go 

 down to the woods the day before the last 

 day and eat our dinner together, and tell 

 stories and have a good time. James asked 

 me what woods and I said: "Well, I sup- 

 pose the North woods will be the best." That 

 was all, but the next forenoon I surely 

 thought there was something the children 

 knew and were not telling me. Noon came, 

 how r ever, and nothing happened, so we took 

 our dinner pails and started to walk to the 

 North woods, but before we had reached 

 there I began to see buggies among the trees 

 and table-cloths spread on the ground, and 

 I knew all the people who were there the 



