(seq. 20)

April 23, 1953.

My dear teacher, guide and friend,

Is it any wondering why youre
students love you so. You're beautiful
letter which I received yesterday just
warmed the "[cockles?] of my heart." They
alone should win you a place in
the Diplomatic Corps. You're letter of re-
commendation was just right - enough
and not too much but brining out
the salient points - faithful to duty, loyal
and most cooperating. She is strictly
honest. But the greatest of all this is
that you wrote it in your own hand-
writing - no cold typewriter or dictation
to a secretary, of course, to any thinking
person this will carry great weight.
Oh! we ["librians"?] and our idealistic
temperment!

My daughter would have been
23 last Friday and I wouldn't have her
back for any selfish reason of mine for
the world. Of course, I miss her greatly
especially now when we could gradually
become such great friends for she
had understanding of me far beyond
her years but, she is in Heaven watching
over her Mom. I tell you this my dear
because your beautiful daughter was
made of the same "stuff" and I know
she is also in Heaven praying for her
Mom and watching over her. We mothers