text:  We love the old Newfoundland dog ay and the old footman as much as you do and could hang like you about both their necks; we wish you would not think us too big a boy to "stop" for you at single-wicket; imaginary hoops we trundle in your gleesome train; like you we have a decided aversion to "taw " considering it not young-gentleman-like; we too forgetting that the governess is single and two-and-thirty wonder on earth what _can_ make governess so cross; we love you when we see you hand in hand squiring your little sister saluting your little sister's little friends carrying their little parasols and helping them over little stony places like little gentlemen