THE PRICKETT HOME
Goshen, Ind., May 18, 1902.
My dear M. A.: I will now reply to yours, received a few days ago. Yes, I hope our wedding day will be bright and sunny, and that sunshine and affection may be with us as we journey together.
I have never seen a mountain, and if I appear green to your people when we reach Connecticut, you must excuse me.
I am feeling somewhat depressed this evening, for my sister Minerva and I have been over to Solomon's Creek today, visiting our old home on the farm.
The enclosed is a picture of our old home, gotten up of late, but it represents us children as we were years ago when we were all at home.
Now mother and James are gone to their long home; father is married again; the farm is sold, but still it seems like home.
In imagination we were children again; Mahala, Minerva and I. We were romping in the pastures, woods and fields; climbing pear trees, gathering grapes, currants and cherries; and I told Minerva that I could almost hear Jeff and the other boys laughing at us when the naughty buck sheep chased us onto the haystack, our only safe retreat.