I thank you for answering my letter in No. 98. You said I ought to
go on a farm, and that is just the thing I wish to do. My father
would not oppose it, but my mother will not consent. It is not
money I want so much at present, as my parents could let me go and
work for nothing a couple of years for the sake of learning, but it
is the future that I am thinking about. I have never looked so much
at the future as I have in the last two months. It is strange, I
have often thought. I sit an hour at a time. I am thinking now. I
think I see a farm-house; I am sitting by the door; my hair is
white, and I am very old; children are clustering around my knees.
It is a nice picture, and I wonder if it will ever come true. I
hope it will. I would like to work on a farm very much; I think it
so free. I like flowers, and our yard is very nice, full of them. I
would like to be a florist if I could not be a farmer.