And I am so eager to see you.

It has been such a long, long time, hasn't it?
Fifteen years, isn't it?
And ten years since I even got a letter from you! I won't remember you, I am sure, for I am only nineteen now, and you were only fifteen when you left home.

And I suppose you have grown big and strong, and have a deep, booming voice and a fierce-looking mustache.

Well, I shall love you, anyway.

So hurry and come home.
I am sending you a telegraph money order for one thousand dollars, for from the tone of your letter it seems things are not going right with you.