Kitty wrote long letters once in two weeks, but it was a rare thing to have a postscript added by his mother.

He turned to this and read it again; it was a very kind one.

They were doing well now, so she wrote.

Her health was very good, now that she slept quietly at night; and just here Edward knew there had come in a heavy sigh, because there was no constant coughing to disturb her rest.

She had steady work, and could support Kitty and herself nicely without his help; he must keep what he earned for himself after this.