"At least I know you have enough to eat and a roof over you.

I hope sincerely that you will do your best to fit yourself to your new conditions.

I know it is hard, but with my lack of experience and my ignorance as to where to take hold, it may be a good many years before we can do any better." When Helen Thorpe read this, she cried.

Things had gone wrong that morning, and an encouraging word would have helped her.

The somber tone of her brother's communication threw her into a fit of the blues from which, for the first time, she saw her surroundings in a depressing and distasteful light.