My own darling
Jessie is to be a very enterprising young person today! Lil is to take her driving in the Park and then to lunch with her and to lie down and rest there until four — all with the doctor's warm approval who says it “will do her good.” Isnt that progress! She is already to start now and my only fear is that she will get tired beforehand waiting for that unpuctual Lil who was to be here at 12. She does look so pretty,—yesterday in a new pink cambric wrapper I bought for her (the flannel being so hot) she was a picture. Lil and Sal were charmed with her. The bandages are all removed from th her throat,—only adhesive plaster left.
While she is with Lil I go out to Bryn Mawr to see poor Florence. Woodrow, the poor child is to lose her leg, it must be amputated above the knee, her very life depends on it. Isn't it dreadful! It will probably be done next Tuesday. Of course when one gets over the first intolerable shock of it, there is much to comfort one. She will really be well when it is all over, no more of that awful pain, able to work and to make something of her life.
Jessie is off and I must hurry off too to make the 1.15 train, it is now quarter of one. I want to see Uncle Tom too while in Bryn Mawr. They are settled there now. Uncle T. much better, Margaret Hoyt staying there. With dear dear love to all and above all to youI am so sorry you can't come tomorrow, but glad you won't lose your morning.