Room 510 [evening]
It was terribly difficult to write a letter home when tears kept splotching the ink. Rilla was not going to turn into Aunt Mary Maria and hate onions (in fact, if the woman had still been alive it would have been very tempting to send some of the terrible things in a box to her) but she was certainly quite peeved with the ones she'd encountered today.
Sighing heavily, she crumbled up yet another attempt and dropped it into the wastebasket.
My Dearest Walter--
The education system in the States isn't quite so horrifying as we might have been led to believe (though I am taking a course this term taught by a fellow Canadian, and that is terribly comforting), but they still have extremely peculiar ideas about things!
She sniffed twice, blew her nose into a handkerchief, and continued writing.
The door was open and there was a new, terribly inviting basket of goodies from Susan on Rilla's bed for any visitors to share in.
...as long as they didn't mention the sniffling.
Sighing heavily, she crumbled up yet another attempt and dropped it into the wastebasket.
My Dearest Walter--
The education system in the States isn't quite so horrifying as we might have been led to believe (though I am taking a course this term taught by a fellow Canadian, and that is terribly comforting), but they still have extremely peculiar ideas about things!
She sniffed twice, blew her nose into a handkerchief, and continued writing.
The door was open and there was a new, terribly inviting basket of goodies from Susan on Rilla's bed for any visitors to share in.
...as long as they didn't mention the sniffling.