[Postmark: May 25, 1846]
Monday.
Dear, dear love, your letter comes at half past three by a
new Postman, — very bewildered. You will perhaps have
received my parcel and note — if not, such things are on the
road. All in your note delights me entirely. As for my
walking fast, that is exactly my use and wont . . I am
famous for it, — as my father is for driving old lady-friends
into illnesses, and then saying innocently, ‘ I took care to
walk very slowly.’ When I have anything to occupy my mind,
I all but run — but the pen can’t run, for this letter must go,
and nothing said.
So, Ba, my Ba, Goodbye till to-morrow from
Your own, own.