Now you hold the key to my heart and my lamentations fall on your ear. I thank you for your candor in telling me of your troubles. We are all cowards. It is easier to talk than to act. We are all afraid of what the world will think, of what people will say and fret and wear away before we take it to the only friend who can help us.
Money brings a train of cares as well as comforts.
I would love to talk with you tonight, but must content myself churning up my thoughts and leaving you to interpret. The Episcopalians have suspended all gayety as their holy season is in session. You ask me not to tell about our plans. I know that the town talks and wonders how, why and when it will be, but not from any imprudent conduct of mine. I could but wonder why they don't let the affairs of others alone.