They are dear, and I love them.

I don't know what I'd do without them.

And yet, sometimes I think maybe they're worse than if I didn't have them.

They make me so homesick, and I always cry so after I get them.

Still, I know I just couldn't live a minute if 'twasn't for Mother's letters.
Besides being so lonesome there's another thing that worries me, too; and that is, _this_--what I'm writing, I mean.