Damariscotta
June 11, '1906.Dear Helen:-
Don't, please, judge me, for not writing you before, too harshly. If you knew what a perfectly terrible thing it is to nurse, you would wonder that I know enough to write even now. I have fully decided that if I ever live to be settled again, wild horses could not start me from this house; not that I love it so well but that I intend to stay in it as long as Time is.
Dear, it was very sweet of you to remember your old freind [sic] at your commencement; but I did appreciate it, and thank you for your thought of me. I am homesick and lonely these days - shall be most glad to see you and your mother, and Bloss too, home again. I am sending you, dearie, this tiny gift [no longer with the letter]; do not look too closely at the stitches as they were taken in the evening and my fingers were stiff and rough from driving tacks and the various little adjuncts of housecleaning. But every stitch bears a message of love and good wishes from
Your living freind [sic]
Carolyn B.