Wexford Girl: Found Letter, 1910

Monday, Jan 24, '10

Dearest mine:

Before you receive this you will have had the little taste of goodies we did up for you last night, and also the "pome" which Miss Brownell was inspired to write.

Just as soon as I got in from Church, Aunt Sue told me we were to do up a little box for you at tea time! She never forgets you, and she never forgets the nice little things to do.

Allie and Ralph got over there in time to go to Vespers and when we got back to the house, tea was all ready in the parlor. All the household but Mrs. Varney was there, and Miss Brownell besides. We had a very good time, and I wish your share of the supper might begin to taste as well as ours did. Cocoa was the only thing we could not send you.

Here comes Inez Lowthes. She was due to come last Friday and didn't, and I have had no word. It is fortunate for her that I am at home.

Later:

We are just waiting for Allie and mother and father to come to dinner. Allie and mother have been down town shopping all day, finishing up as far as possible the shopping planned for this month. It seems endless. Each day we go down we expect to finish up but can never quite manage it. Allie phoned out that she had found something she thought I would like for a kimono, so I had her get it.

Your letter has come! It seems to be the substance and not the length of letters that please, for yours made me very happy. It brought you so near that I could feel the thrills go through me as when we sat together on the corner seat a week ago tonight. After my day of longing for you, that evening with you in my arms meant simply worlds to me, and I find myself reverting to it and living again the pleasure of it, time and time again. It is one of the nights that stand out even from other happy nights. To try to tell you how I wanted you that night, how I wanted to hold you close to me and cover you with my love and kisses, and how much your love meant to me, would be impossible.

If when you had been asleep and kissed me on waking, you did it just because you thought I would like it, I would be sorry indeed. What pleases me is that you love me enough that your first thought on waking is of me, and your first desire to kiss me. But it is your ever thoughtful and beautiful nature that causes your love to find expression in such tender gentle ways, and prompts you to do the little things that mean so much to me, though directly it may be simply because they are what you want to do.

I just love to think about you and talk about you in so far as I may - your cheery disposition in the home, your pleasing manners and attentions to others, your bright, clean, healthy look, and your general orderliness, your ability to turn your hand to anything and to fit into any place. Oh, a hundred and one things I could not take time to mention. It is you through and through. Everything about you I love, even the tobacco scent which comes with my letters, and because it seems to bring you nearer, I bury my nose in the pages!

More another day. Now they are all at tea and I must run. Many thanks for the nice little book I am glad to have. Goodnight love dearest mine!

In haste,

Flopsie