T2020.102.377

[ this is a typed letter] Columbus, Ohio November 12th, 1903

638 North High St. Flat #9

My dear Edith:

I wonder if you have any idea how many anxious monents you have given me? I feel like I want to get hold of you and give you a good spanking. When you wrote to me last, I was so glad to hear from you. In the letter, you said that you had something that you wanted to tell me. I answered at once and have never heard from you since. I lost your address so I could not write again. I asked Mrs. Millard to get it for me, but she was away in New York state for the summer so that it was so long before I heard from her, and then I guess she had forgoten that I wanted your address. Well, I got it yesterday and here I am writing to you today. I do hope that you will write, if it is only a line, to tell me if you are sick or well. I was so afraid that you wre down sick, away from everybody that you know. I have your address but I have not heard a word about you, I had a visit from Mr. McCutcheon. Her son was here with the soldiers. He was leaving for Alaska. His mother came to say goodby to him. Stayed with me while she was here. When she went home, I asked her if she would tell Mrs. E. to send me your address. I received a short note from Mrs. McC to tell me that she got home safe. Enclosed was your address, and that is all I know about Dede. I presume that you are surprised to see that I am in Columbus. I have been here almost three months. I guess I like it well enough. When I first came here, how I wished for you, so that we could run around and find out all about the town. Had you been in Pittsburgh, I would have tried to prevail upon you to make my house your headquarters for the winter, taken a case for a week or two when you needed a new shirt

or pants, or some such thing, then come back and rest up good and get fat. Will is away most of the time. I am afraid that we will have to move again before long. Oh, how I hate this moving. I hope, Edith dear, that you are well and doing well. I have not been well this last two weeks, but it is only a cold. Today, I am much better and I hope to be in my usual health in a day or two. When I am sick, I always think of Dede, for sweetheart, you are the only person that ever babied me. I always do the mothering for others and, somehow or another, they all think that I don't need, or don't care to be petted when I am just like other people. Never mind, dear Dede Peggie, I will always think of the nice little love pats you have given me. I was so sick last winter, and how I longed for someone to do something for me without being told to do it. What a silly thing that I am to write this blue stuff to you, Well, I will quit. Edith, Will has a parrot. I call it Peter. He is a cute little fellow but, what a bother the thing is. Now, I will stop for this, and please dear, do write me a little bit of a letter. Billy so often wonders what has become of Dede. Lovingly, your own Peggie.