Olga darling,

Fondest thanks for your dear little and kind prayers and wishes. When God thinks the time comes to make me better, He will, and not before. He knows why He sent the illness, and we must be quite sure it’s for some good. When I can see our dear friend, I shall be very happy.

You are growing very big— don’t be so wild and kick about and show your legs, it is not pretty. I never did so when your age or when I was smaller and younger even.

God bless you with tenderest kisses from

Your loving old, Mama+