I love you, and I love her for making you so happy, and I love her for her sake, and because she is OURS: and has tied us tighter and closer even than it has ever been.

I love you so that I can't write about it, and I am going to do nothing all spring but just sit around, and be in everybody's way, watching you together.
How jealous I am of you, and homesick for you.

Of course, she knows "mamma" is YOU; and to look at you when they ask, "Where's mother ?" Who else could be her mother BUT THE DEAREST WOMAN IN THE WORLD, and the one who loves her so, and in so wonderful a way.

She is beautiful beyond all things human I know.

If ever a woman deserved a beautiful daughter, YOU DO, for you are the best of mothers, and you know how "to care greatly." Good-night, my precious, dear one, and God keep you, as He will, and help me to keep you both happy.