Dear Mister Frodo,

I'm glad you had a good time swimming. Ted's not really all that bad, I guess. He's just a plain show-off. Dosen't believe in any of Bilbo's story's. He's really got no imagination.

I turn red every time I think of my adventure, and yet I can't help smiling 'cause I realy know that Rosie knew who was singing about, even though no one else did. Even today, she smiled when I passed her in the road, going down for a litle walk.

I was thinking of how Mackeyl got in trouble for going to dinner at someone's house and getting his foot stuck in a mopping pail, (even though the pail was in a closet).He's such a Tom-fool somtimes.

But I was walking and thinking and I happen'ed to walk farther than I thought. Down by the Cotton's when Rosie was walking about trying to remember one of the very verses I said about her. She looked up and said "Hallo, Sam.".

I didn't even know she was there, and I jumped out of my wits! She said she couldn't remeber that one verse, so I gave her the paper it's wrote on, (which happed to always be in my pocket), and she skipped away and said I'll keep it safe, Sam.

 I've gone on and writen too much already. I'm running out of ink.

My marigolds are finally starting to grow.

I'm sure your Uncle Sara trusts you more than he does, Merry.

Goodbuy,

Samwise