 My grand moth er sent me a half fin ished let ter, a  ba by blue sweat er, and a cha mo mile dress; and  it 'll get worse be fore it gets bet ter, but  it 'll get bet ter nev er the less. My  grand moth er sent me a can dle to mourn me, and a  can dle to hope for the fu ture to come; and  may be I've lost me one Sa tur day morn ing, but,  real ly, I'm glad for the me that I've found.