and wigwamy huts; and if I were sure I never should see them again, I should like them very much; but as it is, I think of Ruth when sick for home:—
She stood all tears, amidst the alien corn.
The alien corn was bad, but still she had always been used to that; but the alien paddy, the alien maize, is more disheartening, to say nothing of the alien people, when I want so very much to be with you, with whom I could find nothing alien. I know we shall die of old age before we meet again. Both Fanny and I have lost all interest in our collections; that will be no pleasure if we cannot show them to you. I have not looked at any of mine this. week. Love to all.
My dearest Sister,—We had your May letters yesterday, just when they were least expected, which is always pleasant. You say that Dandy is growing a middle-aged steady gentleman, which gives me a strong idea of the immense
