Igotmydrinkatthespring，fatherofferedtostopattheriffle，butIwasenjoyingtheridesomuch，andIcouldalwayswadeathome，althoughourcreekwasnotsobeautifulasEnyard’s，butforcommonwadingitwoulddo；wewentthroughthenarrows，liketwoshakesofasheep’stail，thenwesettleddowntoaslowtrot，andwerehavingtheloveliestvisitpossible，wheninthebundleonmylap，Isawtheendofsomethingthatinterestedme。Mr。AgnewalwaysmadeourmailintoarollwiththeAdvocateandtheAgriculturistontheoutside，andbecauseeveryonewassoanxiousabouttheirletters，andsomeofthemmeantsomuch，Ifeltgrownandimportantwhileholdingthepackage。
IwasgrippingittightwhenInoticedtheendofonelettermuchwiderandfatterthananyIeverhadseen，sowhenfatherwasnotlookingIbeganpushingitalittleatoneend，andpullingitattheother，toworkitup，untilIcouldreadtheaddress。IgotitoutsofarIthoughteveryminutehe’dnotice，andtellmenottodothat，butIcouldonlyseeStanton。AllofuswereStanton，soitmightbeforme，forthatmatter。Jerrymightbesendingmepictures，orabook，hedidsometimes，buttherewasanexcitingthingaboutit。Besidesbeingfatterthanitlookedrightattheend，itwasplasteredwithstamps——lotsofthem，enoughtohavebroughtitcleararoundtheworld。Ipushedthatendback，pulledouttheother，andtookonegoodlook。Ialmostfellfromthecarriage。Igrabbedfather’sarmandcried：
“Stop！Stopthisteamquick。StopthemandseeifIcanread。“
“Areyoucrazy，child？“askedfather，buthecheckedthehorses。
“No，butyouaregoingtobeinaminute，“Isaid。“Lookatthat！“