LETTER XLV.
Dear Mother,—I had a pretty good night and
feel a little better this morning. I am obliged to keep
very quiet; it hurts me to sit up to write, so the Doctor
is writing for me. I should think you and my sister
might write a little more. I '11 stop writing if you
don't. I am flat on my back, and have time to be
irate. I shall write again to-morrow and expect I
shall be able to say I am a good deal better.
N.B.—I consider Miss Emily better, and believe
she is doing well and will soon be about again. She
is in excellent spirits, but dislikes to give up her work.
