At first there was some talk of sending me to a school to prepare for Vassar, but my grandmother said she had just found me and could not give me up, and my grandfather—with tears in his eyes, which nearly broke my heart, for I knew what he was thinking of—said the same thing; so I am to have teachers right here at home, and have already commenced music and French.
I am sure I shall be very happy; but, for all that, I imagine you all seated at your desks at school, or chatting with each other over your lunch, and that makes me feel very lonely. But I mean to make the best of my opportunities, and shall keep in mind our watchword, "Now," which means much more to me than when we first chose it.
I hope we will all meet again sometime, and that you will always think of me with love, as
Your loving
Ernestine.
Gretta to Ernestine.
Dear Friend:
We all miss you very much, and it seems hard to wait for the "sometime" to come when we shall see you again.
You remember the idea of "fighting giants" seemed silly to me at first, but I can see now that it did me a great deal of good, especially about my school work. I never stood so well in any other examination as in the last one for the high-school; and I never blamed myself, but always my "music." Now I see, though, that two things may be well done as well as one, if only we go about it in the right way.