13/29 But I think sometimes that all our family are born to be unfortunate, and then I tell myself that I will never hope for anything again. I feel as though nothing on earth could comfort me, and yet I shall like to have your letter. Dear, dear Lily, I am not even yet so wretched but what I shall rejoice to be told good news of you. If it only could be as John wishes it! And why should it not? Good-by, dearest Lily, Your affectionate friend, GRACE CRAWLEY. |