about 1883

Dear Girls,

I hope you are having superb times, and am sure you are, for I hear your voices, mad and sweet - as a Mob of Bobolinks.

I send you my love - which is always new for Rascals like you, and ask instead a little apartment in your Pink Hearts - call it Endor's Closet -

If ever the World should frown on you - he is old you know - give him a Kiss, and that will disarm him - if it dont - tell him from me,

Who has not found the heaven - below -
Will fail of it above -
For Angels rent the House next our's,
Wherever we remove -

Lovingly,

Emily -