I have wished, ever since the first number of THE PANSY arrived, to try
to thank you for your goodness to the children; at this late date, I
have still nothing to offer save all the thanks from each of our family
circle, that can possibly be crowded into one envelope.
We were snowbound all winter. THE PANSY was almost our only visitor,
and the good things it brings each month were devoured with such
eagerness and gusto as are possible only to those who, like ourselves,
have been famishing for lack of mental food. I try hard to keep the
magazines clean, but they are read over and over again, and the
pictures inspected with ever new delight; and they are in danger of
being worn to tatters. The mother, being only a child of larger growth,
enjoys the little books as much as her bairns, and is in much more need
of their healthful and helpful teaching.
I find one needs all the help possible to keep one's flag flying with
its motto of "Onward," and its voice ever shouting "No surrender!" And
this, amid all the wounds which that merciless tyrant, "Poverty," can
inflict. May God bless and reward you, is a loving mother's prayer.
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