your ambrotype things that I resemble my mother
very much. Did you see Willie's letter to me?
Wasn't it capital? What has become of Helen
why doesn't she write to us? Minnie hasn't heard
a single word from her home: isn't it a shame?
She says that I Detroit might be razed to the
ground and they never would send her word.
Ida Lynde is here. I like her very well. She is a
wild little thing. Mrs. Metcalf's little girl is the
most perfect witch I ever saw. She is into every
thing and every body but she is just as smart
as she can be! What would you think of me Mother
if you should see me drowning in bread and
milk every morning and night, and deep in the
mysteries of roast beef at noon? I was the first
over at our table who dared to do anything so vulgar
as eat bread and milk but every one at
the table from Miss Gilbert to Miss Glass fool
lows my illustrious example. There is always a
large pitcher of milk on each table at
breakfast and too at supper. ouch milk as
you can't think of in Detroit. Yellow as creel al
most and nearly as thick. Doesn't it seem as
if we had been here two years instead of two
weeks? I for as much at home here as if I
had always lived here, but I do want to see you.
You are certainly coming are you not? Don't think
I am forgetting the home people because I don't
send more messages but to tell the truth I [?] so