Winter 1896-1897
JMJT
I very humbly beg you to spare poor Mr his heater tomorrow... but I still beg you to see that he is awake for the Hours. He fears that his paper will be useless, the awakener being accustomed to seeing the young lady come and groom the Mr., every morning, to gently pull him out of his dreams.
Do not worry, poor young lady, obliged to carry small pots right and left, one day Jesus in his turn “will come and go to serve you”, and this day will come soon.
