June 30 1852 My dearest Pussy I got to Bolton's last night, had a snug supper & bed, thought frequently of little pettish, went to sleep, got up in good time, and now I am at Waikanae going on quietly on my journey. I feel quite at ease about you this time. You seem in better health than I have ever known you. Papa is always kind & indulgent to you. Your own old husband does not treat you half so well hence the difficulty of hereafter