150 FROM FRANCIS AND SALLIE 



across a meadow, and there Daisies and Butter- 

 cups are growing. She stopped to pick them on 

 her way home, and she has a great bouquet of 

 them in a jar on the veranda. 



" They are not vanishing," she writes. " I 

 know Farmer Higgins laughs when I pick them, 

 and thinks to himself: 'Miss Sallle is helping 

 me weed my pasture.' " 



She says her next letter will be longer. 



