Dear daughter Phyllis: I declare I've been so down right giddy since I wrote you that I'm afraid my children will think their parents are getting to be gadabouts in their old age. Your pa wag dead set on having us take Mx. and Mrs. Jones and drive out to Maple Corners, out about 30 miles or so along the road your uncle Sims lives on.
I didn't hold much with going, specially since Kitty came back and told us she saw a Wheel of Chance there and some young fellows tottering round'as if they'd been monkeying with some home brew, though may be I do them an injustice and it was only a touch of sun, which is enough these days, goodness knows. She said too, that the tent show was silly till it came to the concert afterwards, and that was so racy they just had to get up and leave even if they had paid two bits extra for their tickets!
The trapeze performance in one of the side shows, Kitty says was wonderful, and she was so taken with the youngest athlete that if they had had any opening in the show for a stenographer or even a Wife she would have left her happy home to follow the road. Of course I know she was only joking, but as I said to her, I hope she won't go round talking like that where Beatrice or any of the High School crowd could hear her cause it does seem as if girls today didn't have ai smidgin of common sense, specially as far as boys are concerned.
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