Dear Jim, he don't know you as well as I do, or he'd know that you couldn't help doing such things,--not if you tried.
I hope you'll like the box that comes with this.

Mr.Robert had it packed for you in his own room, to see that everything went in that you'd like.

Of course, as he's been a soldier himself, he knows better what they want than anybody else can.
Dear Jim, do take care of yourself; don't go and get wounded; and don't get sick; and, whatever you do, don't let the rebels take you prisoner, unless you want to drive me frantic.

I think about you pretty much all the time, and pray for you, as well as I know how, every night when I go to bed, and am always Your own loving Sallie.
* * * * * "Wow!" said Jim, as he read, "she's in a good berth there." So she was,--and so she stayed.

Frankie got quite well once more, and Sallie began to think of going, but Mr.Ercildoune evidently clung to her and to the sunshine which the bright little fellow cast through the house.
Sallie was quite right in her supposition.