My dear, you won't mind me saying this I hope, but you really must work harder on your handwriting. I mean, when I opened up your letter to try and read it, all I could see was a great sprawling black mess of lines and splotches. No offense, of course.
Ah Rachel, that is noble of you to praise your father so, however, I would never be able to rest at night whilst fearing for my very life as pirate ships and tsunamis swam around in my head to the crashing waves full of seaweed and clams.
I should be quite sick, I expect! However, to each his or her own.
I am so very excited about Proper School tomorrow! Angelica offered to make me a lunch, but luckily Suzanne had already made me one. Giggles!