Dalmuir Hill July 6th 1852 My darling old husband I sent a letter down to the Post Office this morning as I heard a vessel was going to Taranaki this week so you will have two letters waiting for you when you get there. I spent this day much the same way as I did yesterday only I could not get out the weather has been so bad and I often thought of my Donald and wished he was here. I can scarcely believe that you are only gone a week today. The time appears to me so much longer. I do not know how I am to get the rest of the time to pass. It is all your own fault. You did plague that I grumble when you are away. You have petted me so much and are such an indulgent husband that I find I cannot be happy an hour without you. If you would be cross with me it would perhaps be better. I am