July 1, 1888
If we had spoken in person, we would have been yelling the whole time, and you would have been interrupting me through half of my sentences. It would have made no difference.
You threw a tantrumm when you shouted at me suddenly and caused my poor cat to cut my hand. You threw a tantrum by barging into our uncle's home and starting an unnecessary fight. I explained in my previous letter which you only half read about what was happening to me at the time.
Hysterics while under stress? There is a difference by stress from being emotionally attacked by your own friends and family, and normal every day stress that our dear sister typically deals with.
She's going on a dangerous expedition where we may loose her? You are sending her to her death? I hate you. You let her go on an expedition that will likely get her killed. If she dies, it will be your fault and I will never fogive you.

Wanna be there for Sweetie during her post-election slump?