December 18, 1932 - Sunday

Mrs. Williams is a wonderful woman. She is so good to the children. They come first in everything. Eleanor was glad to see me. Slept late this morning and played with her this afternoon.

O, George dear,

There is a place in the bottom of my heart that is so heavy. I wish I were with you. Mrs. Williams treats me so beautifully and Eleanor was so delighted to see me but some how it can’t make up for that heavy part. I’m afraid that I am selfish and ungrateful. Mrs. Williams is a wonderful woman and I consider it a privilege to know her. She is the most energetic woman in the world and nothing is too good for her children. Her son is not normal and she has devoted her life to these sweet little children and they all love her. It is her most sincere wish to make them all happy and strong. She watches over them all the time and won’t let the least harm come to them. Eleanor has improved so since she has been here that it would be a terrible thing if she had to be taken away. The children in the school have the most beautiful manners. I almost get embarrassed myself. Eleanor has a cold so she has been isolated in a back room so the other children won’t get the cold. I have spent most of the day with her trying to keep her entertained but she is so peppy that it is rather hard to keep her quiet. She is looking so well and she has gotten so much taller.

The ride on the train yesterday was so awful. There wasn’t a soul I knew on it and it’s no fun to sit in a jolting old day coach for 13 hrs. I was certainly glad to get here and glad to see Mrs. Williams at the station. She took me to get something to eat and then brought me home and it was about eleven when I finally got to bed. I mailed you a letter yesterday. I hope you got it. I didn’t have a stamp so I had to trust a man in the station with it and three cents.

Mrs. Williams has fixed up a lovely room for me near Eleanor’s. I have been down here about four times now and every time I have had a different room.

I’ll write more later, dear.

Love, Ann

Dearest George,

The note that I wrote to you ended rather abruptly but I had a chance to mail it. So I think I will start tomorrows letter to you tonight. Dear, there are so many things I want to talk to you about that I can’t very well put down on paper. I must have patience and wait until the 31^st. That will be a very important day in my life. There I go off in that vein again.

You should see the white haired terrier that lives here at the school. His name is Boots. He is the sweetest little thing. He never gets tired he seems to want to romp all day long. Mrs. Williams gave him to the children last Christmas. I remember him. He was such a tiny thing and still not very stable on his paws.

The children have such a lovely workshop and they are making many of their own decorations. They know all about Raggedy Ann and Andy and the schoolroom is going to be decorated like the garden where those two dolls live. There is much hustle and bustle around here to get it all fixed in time and the children are very excited. I’m getting sleepy, dear. Good night, sweet hear.