5 the lily bulbs he dug for Mrs Congar have bloomed each year and this year I counted thirty five buds and blossoms on one
stalk. I believe I want to see your mother more than any one in the world except my own. Nor do I forget the ever dear father
in my outlookings towards a blessed visit ere long. We are getting so used to our rough life that I do not know as we shall
behave properly if we get into illegible homes, you do not know how little we live in doors. I have had my stove out in a
grove of tall bamboos, and though we did take most of our meals inside all the rest of it has been in the open air. We have
studied the Bulletin in margin: when I think of it all. Lovingly to all Strentzels Muirs Jeanne Carr