October, 9, 1921

Mildred,

Hello, again. I have not seen you in so many years! How are you?

I have written this with dreadful news. I fear I am going mad. Bonny, my good friend, is treating me, and staying with me in my apartment, though it is useless. I fell down the rabbit hole, like Alice. I fell and hit my head, now I can’t remember anything. I almost forgot why I was writing this- already! I don’t remember how or when it started. I don’t think it has been any more than two or three months. I feel different than I used to- I am so painfully confused, you see. Could you tell mother? I don’t know if she has heard, yet.

I might seem sane in this letter, but if you saw me, you would know I’m not. My hair is losing color, my fingers gnarled, and boney. My mind is slowly drifting away. Now you are not to worry, keep to yourself, and don’t bother coming to visit. Don’t let this letter ruin your spirit. I feel fine. In fact, I feel better than I have ever felt before. I can see things, crazy things, unimaginable things!

Farewell,

Your sister, Nan