Helen Woodrow Bones to Jessie Woodrow Wilson Sayre

Your father wants you and your husband and all your children, including the twins, for the summer; so there! Come early and stay late. Won't it be too delicious for words with Francis running about getting into mischief and learning to talk and little sister sleeping her days away!Did I answer you about the rubber tub? Nell is still using it; but she'll let you have it when you need it—if you are good!The ham is still on my mind. I've been in twice to ask Sis Jaffray about it—and have been properly punished by having my head talked off; but so far I've not been able to get the information.Your father does want to send Mr. MacMurray a present; and Margaret says she sees no reason in the world why you should send one. So that's settled.
About going to Cousin Annie, I dont see why your being there will make any difference in their expenses, when you are going to take your meals out. They will always far exceed their allowance; so if you want to go to them, go; for I dont think it will make any difference in your father's liabilities. But darling, are you going to be comfortable with them? It seems to me things wont be as restful for you as they should be, with Josephine running over you all the time and poor Cousin Annie so depressed. I know you being there will be a comfort to her; but how about you? You mustn't sacrifice yourself at such a time, sweet thing. Why not ask Dr. Davis whether or not he approves?I went out last Friday to spend the night with Belle Hagner, who has a lovely big house on that road that goes from Catonsville to Baltimore. (Do you remember that pretty road that runs into an extension of Williams Avenue? The house is just where it and Williams Avenue meet.) Her home is beautifully situated, with wonderful hills and valleys stretching away to from the back of it. Her husband is a dear—as kindly and sweet as a man can be, and so appreciative of her splendid qualities. She is very genuinely in love and very happy and I'm so glad!Now to work. Lots of love, sweetest thing, to all Sayres, from