than another. Even Ida, with all her soothing ways, could not console her. If Bulka ever came back, Tubby thought, she would tell him how much she really loved him. But she couldn’t wait for that; she must write a letter, before she forgot all the things that she wanted to say, and after hunting about for a scrap of paper and a stub of lead-pencil she seated herself in a corner behind the coal-scuttle and began to write.
Dear Bulka:
I love you and I sorry I called you a crybaby and if you come back I will make you icecream and a cake with ammons on and I’ll take you to Tubbyland
Yours loving
Tubby.
That looked very nice, but not quite nice enough, so sticking her tongue out carefully she began again.
Dear Bulka:
I miss you very much and if you come back I will make you a orange cake with icing and ammons on top and I love you and I hope you come back. there is no more nues at present with love from
Tubby.
The third was like this:
Dear Bulka:
I love you more than the sky and more than the blue and when you come back I will