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I am going to make an ensign for the Guild with G.S.P.B. on it: that is, the Guild of St. Perpetua; so that whenever we want to call a meeting, simply hoist the flag.
I only wish you could see mother to night. She is framing pictures. One of the frames is that famous drawing slate frame, and two others are mirror frames. One of which I broke over to the Candy party last winter and the other one you & I – I suppose – broke in the old house (ha! ha!), I wish you could also see our kitchen table, the uproar it is in. I am writing, so of course there is this book on it, and a bottle of ink, and mother framing pictures, and a hammer and scissors, and a photograph & a work box and a piece of art muslin and the machine and two lamps, and a piece of shingle, and the dining room drapery, & the corner drapery and stocking, I bet you never saw anything equal to it. Mother will certainly kill herself working at this picture framing business. It would make a cat laugh to watch her, & she is scrunching something so much, it goes right through my whole system.
(I got to get something to eat before I write any more; but how can I write with mother hammering on the table; but I think she is making a poor hand at framing. I don't think mother will ever tire of talking about St. John's. We get