Feb : 3 : 1911 My precious Mary, / many a time am / I silently with you, & wish bound- / less love & sympathy in / all that befalls you. I can- / not write at any length at / present - but you could / never misunderstand any- / thing I said or did not / say. And don't answer / this, darling; you must be / worn to a shred with all / that has happened lately - & / I don't want to / use a particle of your / remaining strength. But I / am so glad your / new children are dear to you, and I look forward to your being happy although they / have taken your boy & girl / out of your house. How / I remember Ego & Guy com- / ing to Mr. Stamford's, & / resting for a night here - / and now! But is not / all that happens wonderful? / More & more I see how weld- / ed together humanity is, / & that no one can draw a breath / for himself only. The heritage / of love and truth you have given / your children will be strength / & help to them and to others. / And I rejoice that your father / & mother were with you on / Wednesday. Their last angel- / ic tenderness to dear John / Kipling I cannot try to speak / of - but I feel it to what / Blake calls "the deep back - / bone"! / My beloved girl (ever / that to me). I send you fresh love & blessing, from your / devoted ("Aunt") Georgie