To Mrs. J.G. Holland
I'm so glad it's a little boy, since now the little sisters have some one to draw them on the sled - and if a grand old lady you should live to be, there's something sweet, they say, in a son's arm.
I pray for the tenants of that holy chamber, the wrestler, and the wrestled for. I pray for distant father's heart, swollen, happy heart!
Savior keep them all!