LETTER XXXIX.
Brighthelmstone, Saturday, April 11.
Here we are, my love, and mean to set out early in the morning; and if I can find you, I hope to dine with you to-morrow. I shall drive to ——’s hotel, where —— tells me you have been—and, if you have left it, I hope you will take care there to receive us.
I have brought with me Mr. ——’s little friend, and a girl whom I like to take care of our little darling—not on the way, for that fell to my share. But why do I write about trifles?—or any thing?—Are we not to meet soon?—What does your heart say!
Your’s truly
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I have weaned my ——, and she is now eating way at the white bread.