I have had to discipline the supervisors and bookkeepers, inspect and check the output, superintend the packing, and arrange for the sale of the crop-yes, I arranged for the sale of this year's crop myself.

So I live the practical life, and when I say that you could make your home here and win success, I do it with some knowledge.
I beg you take ship for the Virginian coast.

Enter upon the new life here with faith and courage.

Have no fear.

Heaven that has thus far helped you will guide you to the end.
I write without my mother's permission, but my uncle knows, and though he does not approve, he does not condemn.
Once more good-bye, my dear friend, and God be with you.
SHEILA LLYN.
P.S .-- I wonder where you will read this letter.