p.

down with me in the carriage.

Mallinson wrote me a heart broken
letter, over his inability to be present.
It was filled with "Alas" 's & "woe is me",
enough to melt a stone to tears. He is
so tormented with extra services in lent,
that, he says, he may as well be chained to
the organ stool, and done with it, - poor
fellow. And now, Darling, what has this
day been to you? I wonder whether you took
tea in our log cabin and whether you walked
or read to me something choice. Mar Vair was
very astonished at your picture : You are
not at all the boy she used to know. Well Sweetheart
Goodnight. If you get this by Tuesday eve, pray