Letter 375 (27 July 1872) - no ms. Louise and Frances Norcross lyrics
by Emily Dickinson
Little Irish Maggie went to sleep this morning at six o'clock, just the time grandpa rises, and will rest in the grass at Northampton tomorrow. She has had a hard sickness, but her awkward little life is saved and gallant now. Our Maggie is helping her mother put her in the cradle. ...
Month after this - after that is October, isn't it? That isn't much long. Joy to enfold our little girls in so close a future. That was a lovely letter of Fanny's. It put the cat to playing and the kettle to purring, and two or three birds in plush teams reined nearer to the window. ... You will miss the nasturtiums, but you will meet the chestnuts. You also will miss the south wind, but I will save the west. ...
Of course we shall have a telegram that you have left for Nebraska. ...
Emily.