Saturday night My dearest love I was delighted to receive your letter this morning. I was so impatient to get it I thought 10 o'clock would never come. I am sorry you have been detained. I am so anxious again to kiss my dear husband. You will be glad to hear that Mrs Hunter had a daughter last night and is very well. Mary came up this afternoon to tell me. She says that she did not suffer in the least. I [am] beginning now to have courage seeing so many get over it easyly. I begin however love to be anxious about your quick return as Mrs Hunter did not think it would be before August and I may not have so long either as I imagine but I know love you will not be a day longer than you can help. I should like if possible that you would not be later than the last week in August. Mr Park dined here today. He is really a strange man. He made an attack on poor Miss Kelly's religion. It was too bad. I do not think from the way he speaks that he were much for religion. I am sure his intended would not like to hear the way he talked tonight, the idea of him calling Paul the Apostle a humbug. I must conclude darling for want of room. God bless and protect you my own beloved husband and believe me ever to be your affectionate and devoted wife Susan Douglas McLean