summer 1874

Dear friend,

I believe that the sweetest thanks are inaudible. They occur in the Heart and no other knows them. But as two or three awkward Tears supersede Orations, I will say no more.

Flowers are not quite earthly. They are like the Saints. We should doubtless feel more at Home with them than with the Saints of God.

Were the "Great Crowd of Witnesses" chiefly Roses and Pansies, there would be less to apprehend, though let me not presume upon Jehovah's Program.

Thanks Mr. Hills for the lovely message.

Please tell the Children the Acorns sell me Saucers still for the little Pies, but I have lent my only Wing to a lame Robin, so cannot freight them. Children's Hearts are large.

I shall not need an Intercessor.

Vinnie gives her love, and will write.

Emily