I am here, Helen.
You are too nervous to write. You must go to bed early and rest. You are my darling Ned, and I love you with all my heart, so do not think that you are not loved… Continue reading →
I am here, your mother.
My boy I am so glad to write you again. It seems so long since I wrote to you. I love you so much and feel that I must tell you, go to the Universalist… Continue reading →