_Dear Kate_:
Tom told his mother this morning at the breakfast table and she put down
her saucer of coffee, and come over to me and kissed me, and said,
"Faith, the Gosoon, I thought he never was going to do it. Sure he's not
the son of his father, or he'd a asked you the question the second day
you was here. I've always wanted a daughter and now I've got one that
couldn't a suited me better if I'd ordered her making."
She was so happy, she spent the whole morning making plans for the
future, how she would pass part of the time with me and Tom, and then
when we got tired of her, she would go over to see you and Jack. And
Kate you sure will love her. She is just a dear little Irish woman who
has always had a great big husband or a son to stand between her and
anything that might hurt her. And just think, dear, I won't never have
to be alone no more, never have to worry about things all by myself,
cause I, too, am going to have a great big man all my own.
Your happy
_Nan_.