
Many letters would you have had from me, if the thought of you always had written expression. Since visiting you, illness has controlled much of the time. On tomorrow evening I shall be D. V.) in the midst of brick and stone again, in my home in Boston. In this morning's walk, to Alice Falls, I picked a few of the tiny flowers that fringe the dripping rocks. I picked them on purpose for you—and here they are—with my love and gratitude. Blessings upon you for your brave true words—
Sincerely A.H. Spaulding