Grace--that's her name--has a brother here, a doctor, very fine fellow, and so cute.
I catch him looking at me sometimes in a very peculiar manner, which I think I understand.
"You don't expect me before June, do you?
Nevertheless, don't faint if I return to our 'right little, tight little' island before that.
Meantime, write and let me know how the world wags with you; and, only I know it is out of your line, I should ask you to offer a prayer for your unfortunate friend "Reginald Stanford.".