
How pleasant to get a good strong cheery old-time letter from you! This is one of the pleasant evenings when my good mother used to say "How good the dear Father is to us!" Wife & I came out together on train, compared gifts for each other & experiences of the day. Got at P.O. at foot of hill yr good brief with treasured words of blessing & cheer. Have read Dr's letter. Am getting ready to go, & expect to see you on return for an hour or so. Have just picked strawberries. Roses are in bloom. Do you expect some buds in a few days. We are going tonight to a children's play (dramatic opera) down at town hall—tickets given me by our dramatic critic on Transcript=Jenks—I'll say a word abt the play. I love children, & am fast friends to all the good little girls & boys hereabouts & remember them often with gifts of candy.
Good bye dear heart— yr son in the spirit W.S. Kennedy.Ingersoll—Hurrah!


Well what of it? You can afford to rest on yr glorious laurels. If only a stirring great occasion arouses you. I firmly believe in yr power to utter a blast of old time strength & race. The trouble is you are not deeply moved by anything in these peaceful days. Take yr time & write—when the occasion serves, even if years hence.
W.S.K.