My own darling
All is going going well and quietly with us today. Jessie had a very good night, her breathing was hard, as the night before, but she could not have been suffering for she slept almost without waking at all. Her voice is no better than on yesterday but it hurts her a good deal less to swallow. Dr Freeman came just after breakfast—was out of town yesterday. He found a large swelling low down on one side but the other was quite free, so there is no danger from suffocation. He is treating it by inhalations and doesn't want her to speak at all,— a whispered word occasionally, but would prefer she should write her wants. That sounds a little serious, but if there is any cause for anxiety he did not admit it to me,— and I don't think he is famous for discretion either;— for instance he said before Jessie that it didnt matter for boys but he did so hate to see young girls scarred by this operation. And by the way Dr. Freeman Keen speaks of it now as “a very serious operation”! He dressed the wound today and it is doing beautifully. Jessie seems very much brighter and more like herself than she was yesterday. Her room is full of flowers. Dr Keen sent her a superb pot of Easter lilies, and two of the patients sent her beautiful bunches of flowers,—splendid La France roses, &c.
I am well except for a little cold in the head,— effect of the cold room(!) The weather is still dreary,– havn't been out yet but will walk out shortly and mail this.
Love to Minnie and Stockton; love & kisses for the darlings. With unspeakable love for my dear love, my Woodrow, I am always and altogether,