"You have no idea how much I have missed you. If
your mother and aunt had not been so very kind I
don't think I could have borne it, but, oh,
Marjorie dear they are so good; I do hope I can
deserve just a little of all they are doing for
me. Your mother is making me a new dress--isn't it
sweet of her? She sent to Albuquerque for the
material; it is dark blue serge with a little
stripe in it, and just as pretty as it can be. I
take a sewing lesson every day from Miss Jessie,
but I know as well as can be that I shall never
learn to make things as you do.
"Another thing that makes me very happy is that
your mother is giving me lessons, and letting me
recite to her every evening. Even if I am stupid
and can't remember my own name, I don't want to
grow up ignorant. We are reading English history
together, and it is very strange, but I almost
always know what is coming next. Mrs. Graham says
she feels sure I must have learned the same things
before.
"A very strange thing happened to me one day last
week; I think I almost remembered. It was the day
your long letter to Miss Jessie came, and she was
reading it aloud to us when it happened. It was
just like the day I heard Jim singing 'Mandalay'
for the first time. It seemed to me just for one
minute that I was going to remember everything,
and I was so excited I screamed, and frightened
Mrs. Graham and Miss Jessie. Then in a flash it
was all gone again, and I was so unhappy I
couldn't help crying. I am afraid I gave them a
good deal of trouble, but they were so kind!
Afterward Miss Jessie talked to me for a long
time, and made me promise to try not to worry any
more about not remembering. She said some lovely
comforting things about my being helpful and
trying to take your place, and they made me very
happy, although I am afraid I didn't really
deserve them.
"I ride almost every afternoon, and I think Roland
is beginning to like me. I never forget his sugar,
and I am teaching him to put his nose in my pocket
for it. I think I must have taught another horse
that some time, it seemed so natural, but I am not
sure. I have promised your aunt not to talk about
the things I think I used to do.
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