we came home I sat down to write. I am really getting tired of sewing. I had not the least idea I had so much to do when I commenced. I have just finished a pretty little wrapping for the plague. I am sure it is much to good for it. It has cost me more than two days hard work. I don't care however about working hard if my own Donald will kiss me when he comes home and call me a good girl. I have my house book to make up so I must conclude, my own love for tonight. Monday night I did not write to my Donald on Saturday night as I did not feel well having been so much disappointed in not hearing from you. I cannot tell you how uneasy I felt & I began to imagine all kinds of evil thoughts that perhaps you were ill and unable to write. Papa tried to persuade me that you had not arrived at Taranaki before the mail left but it was no use