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Wednesday morn It's a sorrowful morning Susie - the wind blows and it rains; "into each life some rain must fall," and I hardly know which falls fastest, the rain without, or within - Oh Susie, I would nestle close to your warm heart, and never hear the wind blow, or the storm beat, again. Is there any room there for me, or shall I wander away all homeless and alone? Thank you for loving me, darling, and will you "love me more if
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ever you come home" ! it is enough, dear Susie, I know I
shall be satisfied. But what can I do towards you? - dearer you cannot be, for I love you so
already, that it almost breaks my heart - perhaps I can love you anew, every day of my life, every
morning and evening - Oh if you will let me, how happy I shall be! The precious billet, Susie, I am wearing the paper out, reading it over and o'er, but the dear thoughts cant wear out if they
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try, thanks to Our Father, Susie! Vinnie and I talked of you
all last evening long, and went to sleep mourning for you, and pretty soon I waked up saying
"Precious treasure, thou art mine," and there you were all right, my Susie, and I hardly dared to
sleep lest some one steal you away. Never mind the letter, Susie; you have so much to do; just
write me every week one line, and let it be, "Emily, I love you," and I will be satisfied!
Your own Emily
Love to Hattie from us all. [22c] Dear Mattie is almost well. [22c] Vinnie's love - Mother's - [22a; upside down on first page]
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