2 zero, where they have been ever since. I don't want any long duty letters, if you don't care to write to me any more, don't and I will try to bury my hurt pride and love as best as I can. I don't care much about the schooners and the tide, the sheriff and his bride, but I do want to know what you are doing, when you go to bed, when you get up, where you walked those six miles. What are you doing all the time? Why didn't you go over to Whashabucket and see the pines gathered yourself? Why didn't you arrange about the plumbing yourself and not “appear not to have anything to say” about it and to leave it all to Mr. McCurdy and Mrs. Bell. I don't want Mr. McCurdy to manage the house and place for us. I want you to do it. Forgive me for railing but I do feel dreadfully sore. I miss you so much, feel so lonely without you, want so much to write every day and tell you about everything and think you care, but after waiting long days here comes a long letter without one inquiry after us, one hint that the thought of us is anything but a nuisance since decency compels you to write.
I am dreadfully disappointed in both Mr. Everett and Mr. Barry's plans. Won't you try Mr. Jacques. I like his the best so far. He is the one that put the bath room over the parlor. Mr. Everett as far as I can see hasn't one idea either of yours or mine. I am discouraged and want nobody to help me but you. Why will you leave things to Mr. McCurdy and Mr. McInnis. Fancy the latter's telling the plumber that I wanted cold water faucets in all the bedrooms. Come home just as soon as you can. I miss you so dreadfully,