O dear old man you must let me have her!
You never refused me a thing yet and she is so
like our Avonia Marie that my heart almost breaks
when she puts her arms around my neck—she calls
me mamma already. I want to have her with us
when we get the little farm—and it must be near,
that little farm of ours—we have waited for it so
long—and something tells me my own old faker
will make his hit soon and be great. You cant
tell how I have loved it and hoped for it and how