
you tell Walt Whitman I wrote him some on your letter:
"Dear Walt Whitman, I lost that pretty little leaf you gave me. I don't live in Washington now—I live in California. I want you to come and see me sometime. My hat was all worn out, and Papa sent me a new one, by the post man. I like my new hat. They killed a rattlesnake here. Mr. Whitman, Good Night, Mama says I must go to bed."
Ernest Denton Seybold.