Wednesday Oct 29 1862
Dear Cyrus,
Your letter of last Saturday came to hand today and was very welcome, particularly as it said you were so much better. I did not realize how very anxious I was about you until your letter told me you were better, and I felt such a sense of relief. You did not say you were coming home, but from the tone of the whole letter inferred that you thought of doing so. We shall all be glad to see you, but I am sorry you could not stand it a little longer to convince these busy bodies / that they did not know every thing—dont stay there and ruin your health, for that is far above all such considerations—and while I think of it, for pity sake, don't bring any of those specimens home that you spoke of.
I have the boys all clothed up for winter, except a pair of boots for Waldo, I find he can not get on his old ones he has grown so much. Emma has knit them each a nice warm pair of mittens, she and mother are very kind, as usual.
Mat seems to think Manfred has forgotten her as he dont write but she did not tell me to say this so you can do as you like about telling it.
I will hand Mrs Strong her receipt—you wrote all over the back, and it happened to be / about that pig you spoke of so I scratched it all out, so she could not read it.
It is nearly half past ten so I shall have to say good night—not thinking of anything else to write, as I sent a letter last Monday. I wish you could get them as regularly as I do yours. Accept all our love & best wishes—Yours truly
Hattie—