about November 1881
TO: Frances Norcross
. . . Thank you, dear, for the quickness which is the blossom of request, and for the definiteness - for a new rule is a chance. The bread resulted charmingly, and such pretty little portions, quaint as a druggist's formula - "I do remember apothecary." Mother and Vinnie think it the nicest they have ever known, and Maggie so extols it.
Mr. Lathrop's poem was piteously sweet.
To know of your homes is comforting. I trust they are both peace. Home is the riddle of the wise - the booty of the dove. God bless the sunshine in Loo's room, and could he find a sweeter task than to "temper the wind" to her curls? . . .
Tell us when you are happy, but be sure and tell us when you are sad, for Emily's heart is like edifice where the "wicked cease from troubling."