To her sister Louisa
...The weather here is so gloomy, that one really deserves credit for not hanging oneself! ... I passed last evening with--. Chev was going to a “'versary,” left me there at about seven, and did not come for me until after ten.
Consequence was, I got heartily tired of the whole family, and concluded that bright people without hearts were in the long run less agreeable than good gentle people without wits — glory on my soul, likewise also on my baby's soul, which I am!
To her sister Louisa1
The children have been so very obliging as to go to sleep, and having worried over them all day, and part of the evening, I will endeavor to give you what is left of it. When you become the mother of two children you will understand the value of time as you never understood it before.
My days and nights are pretty much divided between
Julia and Florence.
I sleep with the baby, nurse her all night, get up, hurry through my breakfast, take care of her while Emily gets hers, then wash and dress her, put her to sleep, drag her out in the wagon, amuse Dudie, kiss, love and scold her, etc., etc.... Oh, my dear
Wevie, for one good squeeze in your loving arms, for one kiss, and one smile from you, what would I not
