Robert pretended he would not give me your last letter.

Little Wiedeman threw his arms round my neck (taking the play-cruelty for earnest) and exclaimed, 'Never mind, mine darling Ba! You'll have it.' He always calls me Ba at coaxing times.

Such a darling that child is, indeed! God bless you! Do write soon and tell me in detail of yourself.
Our united love, but mine the closest! Your ever most affectionate E.B.B.
* * * * * _To Miss I.Blagden_ Casa Tolomei, Alia Villa, Bagni di Lucca: July 26, [1853].
I deserve another scold for this other silence, dearest Isa.

Scold as softly as you can! We have been in uncertainty about leaving Florence--where to go for the summer--and I did not like to write till I could tell you where to write to _me_.

Now we are 'fixed,' as our American friends would say.