The girls and boys are singing round the camp-fire, and I must go out
and join them in one song before we go to bed.
Yours with love, now and always,
BELL.
P. S--Our 'Happy Hexagon' has become a sort of 'Obstreperous
Octagon.' Laura and Scott Burton are staying with us. Scott is a
good deal of a bookworm, and uses very long words; his favourite name
for me at present is Calliope; I thought it was a sort of steam-
whistle, but Margery thinks it was some one who was connected with
poetry. We don't dare ask the boys; will you find out?
VI.
CAMP CHAPARRAL, July 13, 188-.
STUDIO RAPHAEL.
Dear Little Sis,--The enclosed sketches speak for themselves, or at
least I hope they do. Keep them in your private portfolio, and when
I am famous you can produce them to show the public at what an early
age my genius began to sprout.
At first I thought I'd make them real 'William Henry' pictures, but
concluded to give you a variety.
Can't stop to write another line; and if you missed your regular
letter this week you must not growl, for the sketches took an awful
lot of time, and I'm just rushed to death here anyway.
Love to mother and father.
Your loving brother. JACK
P.S.--Polly says you need not expect to recognise that deer by his
portrait, should you ever meet him, as no one could expect to get a
STRIKING likeness at a distance of a half-mile. But, honestly, we
have been closer than that to several deer.
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