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Dear little fellow [?] says he is so
good, and patient. I want you two
home, I can't get on without my family
I am a tree without all its vital branches
chopped when you dear ones are away from
me. Bless thy dear heart for saying that
home means more to thee every day it
is life itself to me and I am living
till we have our own. "All things work
together for good to those who trust in the
Lord," and I do trust him so impeccably
that I can [even?] catch a glimmer of good
in the present hard conditions. Dear
precious, loved one my whole being expands
with the mere thought of thee, and my
soul goes out to meet thine through all
distance and darkness and sorrow.
I want thee so much and thee must not
leave it later than the 11th. I suppose I
must get perfectly well before he can leave
the sea. I wish he was home now.
Love Margie