Dear Jo,—
It's a good while now since you and me see each other.
I thought, maybe, you'd like to know that a dear, kind lady, as used
to teach me in the Mission, is giving me a home. I'm happy, or I
would be if I could forget where you are. I'm learning to pray, Jo;
and when I say my prayers I never forget that God can look right into
your cell and see you, though I can't; so I tell him all about you,
and ask him to make this the best time in your life, as it may be if
you will learn to love Him. You are not yet twenty years old, and