Congratulations! Mother’s letter telling me about the arrival of my nephew has certainly made me happy.
I am so thankful that you have gotten along so well. Mother tells me though, that you had a hard time. It would hardly be otherwise with so large a baby.
How I do want to see him and his mother! Mother did not say what you have decided to name him. I have been speaking of him as William, I do not know if that is correct.
How happy you and Will must be! I suppose Margaret is overjoyed to have a brother. I will be interested to hear what she said when she learned of his advent.
Last evening I mailed a package to you for that precious baby. We hunted the town over, to find the prettiest set here, for the best is hardly good enough for our boy.
This morning I wakened at about four-thirty, and I could hardly go to sleep, for I began to think about the baby. Isn’t it wonderful how a little mite of humanity can get hold of our hearts?
About three weeks ago, we had an accident to my automobile. No one was in it, at the time. I was busy with a patient, and had left the car out in front of the house, because I expected to need it soon. A runaway team dashed up over our lawn and overturned a tree. The tongue of the wagon rammed the front fender at the right; the bracket that holds the lamp was broken off, and several other things damaged. The engine was unharmed. I went out when I heard the noise, and found out whose team it was; also looked for a witness, in case one was needed. There happened to be a mail-carrier at the place, so I “got his number.”
I reported to Steiner Coal Co., whose team did the damage, and they agreed to pay, without any protest, when I showed the estimate that made by the firm repairing the car. It will cost them about $58. We expect to have the car this week. It has been hard to make my trips out, without it.
Now at the time of year, I long to drive out into the country.
I am so glad the baby came before our hot weather. Here’s hoping the Kaiser will be dethroned, Germany become a republic, and sue for peace, and this terrible war comes to an end.
With much love to yourself and all the family especially your first-born,
1. Isn’t it wonderful how a little mite of humanity can get hold of our hearts? Fifty-eight years later, when Laura died, this "little mite of humanity" was the only one of Laura's nieces and nephews who was close enough to come to visiting hours at the funeral home. He couldn't come to the funeral the next day because he had to teach.