My own darling
As I have no ink and only the light of the high chandelier I will not try to write a long letter— especially as Stockton has already written you to tell you the hour of the operation, &c. It is to be at 10.30 Thursday morning. They have put Jessie to bed already, but she does not seem to mind. We have a large cheerful room with two beds, and everything is going pleasantly and smoothly. We have had a very peaceful, restful day. Jessie is in excellent spirits, and Stockton is all attention. You must not worry about us at all. The place of course is very comfortable. If I could only have a lamp to read & write by there would be nothing to desire; but apparently they never heard of a lamp! so the evenings bid fair to hang heavy on my hands and Jessie's, for this light hurts my eyes badly.
Jessie sends her love to all. – she is a perfect little angel! As for me I dare not try to say how much I love you all. My own darling! My Woodrow — my dear, dear love. Always & altogether,
Open Agnes letter & telegraph her when to expect Madge.