There is no teaching canaries to love one
another, so all I can do is to separate the fighters; but
I love those birds, I love them for Fred's sake, and I love
them for the remembrances they awaken of our first days
of peace and union.
My love to Joe, poor Joe! Do write and tell me how
he goes on, does he walk at all? Ever dear Emilie,
Your affectionate
EDITH.
There were letters to John and Fred in the same packet, and I think you
will like to hear one of Fred's to his sister, giving an account of the
Christmas festivities at Frankfort.
DEAR EDITH,
I am very busy to-day, but I must
give you a few lines to tell you how delighted your letters
made us. We are very happy here, but _home_ is the place
after all, and it is one of our good Master's most constant
themes. He is always talking to us about home, and
encouraging us to talk of and think of it. Emilie seems
like a sister to us, and she enters into all our feelings as
well us you could do yourself.
Well, you will want to know something about our
Christmas doings at school.
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