If you knew how long a road to travel it has seemed since Annabel went away, you would be glad for me.

Will you try to be?
Always remember that the road was brightened by many flowers along the wayside--and one of those flowers has been our good friendship, yours and mine.

We've been comrades, Nan, which is a far better thing than most relatives achieve.

And if sometimes you feel sad and miss the old friendship--as I know you will--just remember that I'm only in the next room.

People are apt to make a great to-do about death.