return; but I must not tell you all their story, or my
letter will he too long. Joe, as I told you, caught cold,
and though he was kindly nursed and Sarah waited on him
beautifully, he got worse and worse. I often went to see
him, and he was very fond of my reading in the Bible
to him; but one day last week he was taken with inflammation
of the chest, and died in a few hours. Papa says he
might have lived years, but for that cold, he was such a
healthy man. I feel very sorry he is gone.
I can't help crying when I think of it, for I remember