Dear Mother Well we got home all right an am feeling alright this morning one side of my face is quite sore but the other side seams (sic) alrigh but feels bette than it did last night so will be all right in a day or two. I wrote a letter to [unclear: Lizzie?] this morning. Let us know if you sick or any wrong. Em.

My Dear Mother, Miss Winterode writes Marguerite that she is coming up between trains with you. I do hope you can persuade her not to until I am able to do my work as I want it done, as I nearly die of shame when you see my house. it would be worse to have some one I do not know at all to see it. When I can get fixed right - then she can come. but you know strangers do not make any allowances for short-comings. for your sake I want to have it decent. Loving [unclear: Carra?]