I know you would be happier amid this darling spring that in ever so kind a city, and you would get well much faster drinking our morning dew - and the world here is so beautiful, and things so sweet and fair, that your heart would be soothed and comforted.
I would tell you about the spring if I thought it might persuade you even now to return, but every bud and bird would only afflict you and make you sad where you are, so not one word of the robins, and not one word of the bloom, lest it make the city darker, and your own home more dear.
But nothing forgets you, Emily, not a blossom, not a bee; for in the merriest flower there is a pensive air, and in the bonniest bee a sorrow - they know that you are gone, they know how well you loved them, and in their little faces is sadness, and in their mild eyes, tears. But another spring, dear friend, you must and shall be here, and nobody can take you away, for I will hide you and keep you - and who would think of taking you if I hold you tight in my arms?
Your home looks very silent - I try to think of things funny, and turn the other way when I am passing near, for sure I am that looking would make my heart too heavy, and make my eyes so dim. How I do long once more to hear the household voices, and see you there at twilight sitting in the door - and I shall when the leaves fall, sha'n't I, and the crickets begin to sing?
You must not think sad thoughts, dear Emily. I fear you are doing so, from your sweet note to me, and it almost breaks my heart to have you so far away, where I cannot comfort you.
All will be well, I know, and I know all will be happy, and I so wish I was near to convince my dear friend so. I want very much to hear how Mr. Ford is now. I hope you will tell me, for it's a good many weeks since I have known anything of him. You and he may come this way any summer; and how I hope he may - and I shall pray for him, and for you, and for your home on earth, which will be next the one in heaven.
Your very affectionate,
I thank you for writing me, one precious little "forget-me-not" to bloom along my way. But one little one is lonely - pray send it a blue-eyed mate, that it be not alone. Here is love from mother and father and Vinnie and me....