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March 4th 1896 Morning
My Dearest Love
My fingers are so cold I can scarcely make them write. On my table lies a letter I wrote you last night waiting to be mailed, but as I have just read yours of Sunday Evening with a plea for more Oak Park letters, I am just going to drop you a line before I go out to mail them
My Dear, although I forgot that it was Sunday that
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your boys went to be received yet I must acknowledge that I felt your spirit near me all the morning. Absence does not seem, as far to have had a quieting effect upon our loss, It is just as strong as ever and I sometimes think stronger for it seems to me I lose you infinitely more than I did the 19th of September.
Did you ever think how munch influence on both our lives that poem "By the fireside" by Browning has had. I read it many
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years ago and made up my mind then that if God ever sent the right one, I would not try and test him, in the usualy way girls do, now give him one moments uncertainly and [fair?] but would give him my love and myself as freely as the sunshine gives warmth and that, instantly - I am so glad I knew the true knight, when he came, for I scorn the thought of a man [he seeking?] a woman repeatedly to marry him, what is loss worth, gained
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by tormenting there is no free gift about it.
Claire, ask my borther George to write to me, he is the only one who has not. I am owing Grace and Alfred letters but shall have the pleasure of writing them later on today. Remind George how much I think of him and tell him to go over and borrow any of my books that he likes, I know they are safe in his keeping.
Now good morning, Love, and God bless all you dear ones. Give my love to the dear mother.
Your own faithful Grace
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