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2 be comforted. When you left, I was weaker than we knew, and after that night of strife with fate, I was miserable for
many days, and baby suffered with me, for restful sleep deserted us both, and night and day her great eyes were wild and strange,
always seeking, pleading, for what we could not give her. I am better in every way now, stronger and more patient, and so
little Wanda is thriving steadily, sleeping and waking like the summer birds; like them too in blithe graceful little movements,
and beaming eager eyes. But always a tender loving heart, for already she is never quite satisfied unless held close in our
arms, her velvety fingers clasping ours with caressing touch. She seems more and more nervous, and impatient of every harsh
sound but never tires of 3 sweet low lullabies, of kisses and love murmurs. Every moment she is precious, and the strange
sweet joy grows unceasingly deeper and stronger in my heart. O papa, it is hard that you must be denied the delight of her
presence all these many days. Please God, at the blessed home-coming, you will not be a stranger to her, for everyday, she
looks upon your portrait, and listens to your joyful words from wild gardens, and mountains and singing waterfalls. Papa,
do not fear to love her with all the power of your heart, for she is fair and sweet and pure as a lily in the morning sunshine.
Grandmother looks happier and younger every day, and grandfather is the most tender and devoted guardian that you ever knew.
Dear, you would forget that he had