To-day has been my birthday and I am getting very old, but I don't
feel it, so it doesn't matter, and the best thought is that we grow
old all together. And I have more to be thankful for than most. Our
mails have been delayed one day, and that has had this result, that
to-day's mail brought me no fewer than eight letters, and six of
these were partly written for my birthday, and if the mails had not
been delayed I would likely have had all these birthday letters one
day too soon! So that I am quite content to see a purpose in all
that concerns me, and I am especially rich in real friends.