LETTER XXXIX

Brighthelmstone, Saturday, April 11 .

Here we are, my love, and mean to set out early in the morning; and, if I can find you, I hope to dine with you to-morrow.—I shall drive to —'s hotel, where — tells me you have been—and, if you have left it, I hope you will take care to be there to receive us.

I have brought with me Mr. —'s little friend, and a girl whom I like to take care of our little darling—not on the way, for that fell to my share.—But why do I write about trifles?—or any thing?—Are we not to meet soon?—What does your heart say?

Yours truly MARY.

I have weaned my Fanny, and she is now eating away at the white bread.