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My Dear Mother—
Glory, I have found it! I have found your long-lost letter—the best one you ever wrote me. It was in my pocket all the time—placed, for greater security, along with my sister’s photograph, in an envelop about four years old. They have written to me several times to know how I like her picture, & I have been dodging that question with masterpieces of ingenuity that filled me with admiration but kept me in a state of constant worry. Sometimes I was almost driven to come right out with the truth & say I had lost it. And I just expected to “catch it” from you, too. “Catch it” is slang, but it is of the mild sort—I am tapering off with the fullest satisfaction to myself.
I am sick in bed, & have been, for four or five days; but I am so glad I found that letter that I am very well able to sit up & write. I am glad, & grateful, to be placed upon your list of friends, for I honor & esteem you more than I can tell. I am bound to wander out of the straight path & do outrageous things, occasionally, & I believe I have got a genuinely bad heart ‸anyhow‸—but in the course of time I will get some of the badness out of it or break it.
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Explanatory Notes
Source text(s):
Previous publication:
L2, 180–181; MTMF, 17–18.
Provenance:see Huntington Library, p. 512.