TO: Louise and Frances Norcross
The little notes shall go as fast as steam can take them.
Our hearts already went. Would we could mail our faces for your dear encouragement.
The longest day that God appointsI am in bed to-day - a curious place for me, and cannot write as well as if I was a firmer, but love as well, and long more. Tell us all the load. Amherst's little basket is never so full but it holds more. That's a basket's cause. Not a flake assaults my birds but it freezes me. Comfort, little creatures - whatever befall us, this world is but this world. Think of that great courageous place we have never seen!
Write at once, please. I am so full of grief and surprise and physical weakness. I cannot speak until I know.