2 But it is unspeakably sad to see the sorrow heartache of little Helen Wanda. Child love the finest divinest thing on earth.
Night after night Helen tells her mother that My Bup came to me took me in his arms kissed me. He is not sick any more but
he is strong carried me as he used to do before Then sobbing she asks her mother why grandpa cant come in the daytime as he
does at night. Of course I have now to care for both farms leisure for writing will be less than ever still I hope to snatch
some hours for literary work. It is now so snowy and late I fear I shall not be able to get into the Canon this season. I
think however