Emma, Miss Sallie will not be home untill sometime in June. I don't know exactly what time - somewhere about the first, I suppose.
Well, my eyes are beginning to grow dim and I will have to close. Excuse this badly written and short letter, Emma, and I hope to be well next time so as to write you a long and good one. Please don't retaliate by writing me a short one, Emma, for you know the reason.
May your path through life be filled with the choicest blessings of Heaven. With very much love to your own sweet self.