I can hardly wait for Christmas. Aunt Jane is still here, helping Mama with Baby Mack. Blanche and I have to wash dishes and sweep and bring in stovewood and feed the chickens. Aunt Jane's biscuits are not as good as Mama's, but she won't let me make biscuits.
When she goes home, Mama says I can help with the baby when he's a little bigger. Maybe this Christmas I can get a new doll. This is my favorite picture of Blanche, me and Ethel and the doll I got when Ethel was little. She's broken now, the doll, not Ethel. Ethel's sweet. She looks at our primers and tries to read. I hope we get books for Christmas.
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