Tell her I wish I could do something for her.

Nothing would be too hard.
"I kiss this paper for you, my dear sister, my beloved Irma.
"Your loving and faithful brother, "Kalman." Proud of her brother, Irma read parts of her letter to her friend, leaving out, with a quick sense of what was fitting, every unhappy reference to Jack French; but the little lady was keen of ear and quick of instinct where Jack French was concerned, and Irma's pauses left a deepening shadow upon her face.

When the letter was done, she said: "Is it not good to hear of Kalman doing so well?
Tell him he can do something for me.

He can grow up a good man, and he can help Jack to be--" But here her loyal soul held her back.
"No, don't say that," she said; "just tell him I am glad to know he is going to be a good man.

There is nothing I want more for those I love than that.