Letter: Margaret Bancroft to Milton Bancroft, May 19, 1900

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(Postmark: SANDY SPRING MAY 19 2 PM 1900 MD.)

Milton Bancroft Esq, 30 East 14th st, New York City, N.Y.

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between you. I have every thing which is necessary for the new boy, and shall make it at my leisure. I am very lazy - thee cannot imagine how much I can sleep - it surprises myself, but I think is doing me good.

I am feeling better though some days not quite up to par. My little dresses for Jean are a great success - he looks very fetching in them. I love to look at him in them for I sewed so many happy evenings into them. I look back on the Winter as having been a very happy one - dear old man if we had money enough to live always together we would be too perfectly happy, and that is why this cross is given us to bear. Please remember me to Mr. C. I am so glad he is with thee, and am sure thee find it pleasant too. Please remember me to the [Camps?] & [Miols?] also. Thy wife, Margaret

Norwood May 19th, 1900.

My dearie Thy letter yesterday was so weclome, and I read and reread it many many times. The letters I meant to destroy were those which I wrote thee before we were married - I found a box of them in our old trunk in the garret. I will go over them at my leisure, and [read?] as thee suggests. I cannot bear to destroy a line of thy writing though Sweetheart. If that is to be done thee will have to do it thyself. The old man at the bar was right, and I heartily echo his sentiments: there is a deal of courage and good sense hidden under those rough exteriors. The [slickers?] will do me for many months ot come. I only wish I had enough stamops to use them all up at once. I counted my collection lately, and have just 1600 - I thought that I had at least 2000. I am curious to see how Mr. [Morrill?]

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is going to act - he has not been square, and even Father with his loyalty to Friends says he fears there is some trickery on foot. I also spoke to him about insurance, & he says it would pay us to carry $1000 even at the enormous rate of $1.25 per $100. Why is the rate so high? --it makes me fear the old building - please sleep with thy nostrils all agog for the first whif of smoke, if I was there I would have no fear, my refractory nerves would never play me false at the hour of need.

Yesterday came a letter from Fred, or rather an enclosure- an envelope addressed to the Concierge at[?] 65, with two pressed pansies, and two tiny pieces of forget-me-not inside, and outside was [stuck?] an unused Exposition stamp. I conclude

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that Fred must have been out, and teh Concierge sent us that touching little souvenir. We have certainly some good and loyal friends on the other side.

Last night the blessed rain came so gently and quietly that it seemed like music and this morning the poor thirsty earth looks refreshed. It still rains a steady drip, drip on the roof, and everything living looks grateful for it. Yesterday I asked J to do something. it concerned himself entirely and was optional with him: "No he answered me. I promised my mind I wouldn't."- He is a queer little chap, so affectionate and loving. it breaks his heart to feel that you are displeased with him, and he cannot be happy unless all is love & peace between

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