Buf. Nov. 5.
Dear Mother:
Livy is doing pretty well—doctor says [ t ] she may drive a hundred yards every day, but I am a little afraid of it.
I want you back [ s ] here just as quick as you can get through there at home. Susie will wait till then. Theodore appears to have mysteriously decided not to spend Sunday here—for which I am duly thankful. But he will die if he has to go ten days without seeing Sue. Charley writes me privately that Theodore remarked, when Sue came here, that “every time any of them in Buffalo had the stomach ache his wife had to go up there”—& intimated that he was tired of it. So you see we naturally want to send Sue home to the calf as soon as possible.1
Come along here, now, as soon as possible, & prune my manuscript. Don’t delay.
Love to all of you from both [of] us, & hearty congratulations likewise for Allie, & full sympathy with her in her fair dreams of a fair future.2
Lovingly Yr Son
Samℓ.
P. S. I am real sorry I wrote that letter.3
Explanatory Notes | Textual Commentary
Source text(s):Previous publication:
L4, 224; MTMF, 139–40.
Provenance:see Huntington Library in Description of Provenance.
Emendations and textual notes:
t • [partly formed]
s • [partly formed; possibly ‘n’ or ‘r’]
