This is Sunday Are you haveing a good time in New York? Have you been out to Central Park yet? It must look very pretty now
with many flowers. When are you coming home? I am so lonesome, hurry and come home dear Papa or I think that I will come
to you. Write a long letter to me soon. Grandma is pretty well but Mama's eyes have hurt her a great deal. Auntie? Margaret
went to church this morning and May is here now. The roads are getting very dirty but they will soon begin to sprinkle them.
My beans that I planted are full of long pods almost ready to cook. I have not much to write today. We are well and hope you
are well. All the red geraniums are smiling in the hot sunshine those you planted are growing nicely. The portulaca blossoms
are just lovely and oh there have been several great beautiful white Magnolias. The jasmines are blooming. Write to me telling
me how Grandma Muir is now. We saw Uncle David yesterday and he had a litter from Aunt Annie that said Grandmas was still
so very weak. With a good-night kiss for you dear Papa I am your own little Helen Muir.