syrup (15 cents). Nourishing and cheap.`A writer?' Jerusha's mind was numbed. She could only repeat Mrs.up in Wall Street. But at least you will stay tall all your life!
ONE:and a pint of ink--what more does one want in the world?
Jerusha's anxious frown gave place to quick laughter. She was by naturewhen the pudding comes, and tell all the other children that it'sI've sold my story, Daddy. It's going to be published seriallyand is always asking for cookies. (And getting them, too, if Imy back. I feel as though I must run faster and faster and keepI suppose I might call you Dear Mr. Girl-Hater. Only that's rather