My dear girl,-Do you know it seems so long to me since I've heard from you that I'm just lonesome to see or hear from you. Now as long as I can do neither I'm just going to write you a little and hope that before long I may hear from you. I've had no letters from anyone but Mama for a long time - the reason of course is I simply have no time to write many letters. Just now - I am out on a case for Dr. Miller working nights, sleeping days. My patient is an elderly lady of 75, named Mrs. Bartow. Rich as mud and nothing the matter with her only nerves and if I were asked, I should that was a great plenty. I did not leave her a minute tonight until now its daylight and she's sweetly sleeping. Can you imagine me sitting down to my breakfast with a negress waiting on me. Ha! I feel as green as thought I'd been brought up on the west side of Phillipston pond. (I mean Queen Lake, of course) There are only 3 of them here so I do not have to display my ignorance to many. One is the patient, one her neice [sic] & the other the negro. Probably my next case will be in some remote part of Finn-ville. One extreme follows another.
Mama writes me that Fred H - goes to Alaska soon. If he keeps on he'll not be satisfied on this earth. I wonder how poor Mason is - do you know? I heard a short time ago that this sorrow had not changed Alice at all. I hoped it would make her repentant, didn't you?
Miss Barbour, one of the nurses you met has been ill and off duty a month returning Saturday night - it did seem so good to have her back.
I almost never hear from Elsie - or Blanche either. They get married - and - away they go. Isn't that so?
Mrs. Stinson and Miss Blodgett are boarding down street here - Mrs. S- planning to come to the hospital for the confinement. Really - I find her even nicer than I knew she was now that I know her better.
Lest you think I'm eternally wound up - I'll say Good-morning and hope to hear from you in the near future.
Lovingly your friend -
Annie.March - 8. 1906.