Yesterday at dinner we were talking of how badly poor Mrs. Blank looked, and Kermit suddenly observed in an aside to Ethel, entirely unconscious that we were listening: “Oh, Effel, I'll tell you what Mrs. Blank looks like: Like Davis’ hen dat died—you know, de one dat couldn't hop up on de perch.” Naturally, this is purely a private anecdote.
Theodore Roosevelt’s Letters to His Children
The letters included in this volume were written by Theodore Roosevelt to his children during a period of more than twenty years. Deep and abiding love of children, of family and home—this was the dominating passion of his life. Whenever he was separated from them—in the Spanish War, or on a hunting trip, or because they were at school—he sent his children these messages of constant thought and love, for they were never for a moment out of his mind and heart.