I am right mad with my sad heart tonight – for two nights I have had no letter to cheer me. I have
kept your dear letters by me on the table for three days and the mere sight of the outside gives me pleasure. I
mailed you a letter this morning.
The children and I spent the day at Fanny’s, and Mother brought Carter then
during the morning. He was so glad to see me – petted me and kissed my hand for a long time.
night I put your dressing gown over Lewis and this morning he pointed to it and said “Daddy, Daddy” in his
eager little way. There are one hundred things I want to tell you now, and it takes so long to write them that I think I’ll wait until you come. Now that it will
be less than a week, I feel so joyous.
I came to a stop last night because the inadequacy of writing was
felt by me so strongly that I thought I must wait for an expression of my love until we are face to face. Early
this morning Miss L. telephoned me there was a letter from you, so I went in for it. As soon as I glanced at
the first pages I knew you were
not writing under the influence of a letter from me, and I was so surprised that you hadn’t received my letter. It was mailed Monday morning –
another week. (Indecipherable) was sick today – cold and ear ache so he didn’t work this afternoon. If you had dreamed about me on Sunday night I would have understood it, because there
I was truly in distress of mind, but Monday night, the night of your opening, I felt better and since Sunday I have controlled
my feelings outwardly, that inwardly my longing for you is intense. To
me twilight has always been the most mournful time, and when it begins now I begin to feel lonely and blue. Today I went in twice and paid in all ten visits
in the neighborhood. I am invited to a big card party next Tuesday afternoon on Washington
Let me know what train Thursday you will come so I may be planning and anticipating. I enjoyed your news of Darien [Georgia]. Give my regards to all you think I should send them to and tell Susie if it were
not for my three encumbrances I would have gone with you. Forget little things are a comfort to the lone heart of
your wife, pining all the time
for a kiss and a clasp.