He declares I shall be as fit as a fiddle, long before the three weeks are done.
'My bedroom door is open, and some jolly yellow chickens are wandering in and out.

And sometimes the farmer's youngest--a nice little chap of eight--comes to look at me.

I teach him English--or I try--but when I say the English words, he just doubles up with laughing and runs away.
Nelly, my precious--if I shut my eyes--I can fancy your little head there--just inside the door--and your eyes looking at me!...May the Lord give us good luck--and may we all be home by Christmas!--Mind you finish that sketch!' She put the letter down with a rather tremulous hand.

It had depressed her, and made her anxious.

She read in it that George had been through horrible things--and had suffered.
Then all that she had seen in the hospital came back upon her, and rising restlessly she threw herself, without undressing, face downwards on her bed.