But I will say you wrote the most charming and fascinating letters of anyone I ever knew, quite aside from any sentiment.

You knew, of course, that I had no other girl correspondent.

Well, I got along fairly well before you came West, but I'd be an awful liar if I denied I didn't get lonely for you and your letters.

It's different now that you've been to Oak Creek.

I'm alone most of the time and I dream a lot, and I'm afraid I see you here in my cabin, and along the brook, and under the pines, and riding Calico--which you came to do well--and on my hogpen fence--and, oh, everywhere! I don't want you to think I'm down in the mouth, for I'm not.