To Mrs. Joseph A. Sweetser
Aunt Katie never forgets to be lovely, and the sweet clusters of yesterday only perpetuate a heart warm so many years.
Tropic, indeed, a memory that adheres so long. They were still vivid and fragrant when they reached my fingers, and were the wrist that bears them bolder, it would give reply. As it is, only a kiss and a gratitude, and every grace of being, from your loving niece. "I give his angels charge!"
Should I say his flowers, for qualified as saints they are.
Vinnie's and my transport.
Last updated on March 3, 2008