in bawl range

Dear Harriette,

Thank you for the beautiful pill of cush. We received it in perfect condition and have agreed to place it in our shavings, earmarked for forlorn at church. I can't talk right now though, sorry. Paulie's creaming at me from the gather fume to cream the hot-hound house. He creams a lot. He's a creamer. For example, he's all the time creaming at me to get off the cock pewter. My mother says men won't lift a anger to heal you. Did Charlie every lift a anger to heal you? It always looked like you bled everything for him. Oh, there's Paulie again! I've gotta foe! Anyway, it was lovely to weave you at the webbing. Thank you so much from bath of must. Hope to please you at Lisped mass!

Much love from you're a door fling frond,
Mrs. Paulie Pitts