Thurs. A.M.My dear Abby,
I don't know whether I can write a coherent letter or not. As each day goes by it seems harder to meet, and along with my own heart ache is one for you - you have been in my mind so much - I am so glad you had that week together before she left - and the time she spent here was so precious. It is a comfort to remember how we saw her off in Boston but I think her feelings about going were very sad. She tried to keep the bright side upper most but I think she was very housesick in England. Her roots were very deep, but her letters written after she left Liverpool seemed different and one mailed at Port Said stated that she was feeling very well. I have felt for a long time that the distress she had when walking after a meal was her heart but after all the examinations she had and medical attendance, I thought I was mistaken. It is indeed a great comfort that she was not ill long and had reached friends. But why could not her dream have been realized? If she had passed on after this great desire had been realized I should feel differently but after her life of unselfishness and sacrifice to be denied that, seems rather cruel. Of course I know her prayer for a quick death was realized and she may have escaped lots of hard things but -
No one knows any better than you & I the kind of person she was and I can never forget what she meant to me last fall. I did not tell her of the new growth Mr. Larrabee has and I am very glad I did not. It seems more than I can bear now.
I know of no one who had more friends and to know her was to love her.
You have Helen's letter and I hope she can see you. I received your two telegrams.
Has Grace Berry been notified. You know better than I do what to do about notifying alumnae.
Please give my love to her friends I will write when I can.
Love to you.
M. S. Larrabee