Oh my darling sister Nan,
Please tell me it is not so! Let Bonny help you. I shall pray for you! I am back in Ireland, staying with Mother. She is beside herself with worry but I am glad to hear you, yourself are not. How could you have hit your head. My dear, sit in the sun and life. You must be awfully pale! Are you still in that terrible New York. When you are well again well you must come back… promise me you shall! It is lonesome here now. Richard and I are no longer to be wed in the spring. We will wait for you. Well, I miss you more than I can say. Please dear, get well. I will wither without you here. Anyways, give love to Bonny. Mother sends hers. She would write you herself but, alas her arthritis is far to bad. She asked me to write one for her. I shall.
All my love,
Mildred
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