Although I have written two or three letters to you, and Hattie one or two—yet we do not hear from you dear brother, are you too sick to write I had a letter from Mother yesterday in which she told me that you had been out a few times and once as far as the office—I hope you have not had a set back since then
If you can I wish you would write me how you are and if you have any chance of getting out here this season—I wish you could come I think you would enjoy it and I know we would enjoy it hugely
I fear from the way that Mother writes that she is not feeling very well—that she is not quite as happy as when she kept her own house—what do you think about it1
I shall always feel sorry that Mother could not have come out here before Mattie died—she did want to see her so badly—for a week or two before she died she talked much about both of you and Mother and longed much to see you both—but it was not [to] be that she could see either of you
I have felt quite anxious about you—as tis so long since I heard from you directly—I [hope] dear Walt you feel like writing, at least a short letter to me
Hattie and Jess keep quite well and are as good as can be
Write to me Walt
Affectionately Jeff