9th February, 1894
Sister,
I must apologize for not writing sooner; as a mother yourself, I know you understand how chaotic this time can be. I write to let you know that Helga is delivered of not one, but two sons, Hadrian Malachi and Orson Aldous. To name a babe after Father was always my intention; to name one for myself was my wife's own suggestion. I confess only to you that I felt a wave of affection when she did so.
Alas, I fear that one or both may not have opportunity to grow into their names. They are so horribly
small, November, smaller than any of your own brood, and my wife has not yet recovered her energies. Dr. Pomfrey (the elder) attended to all three the day after the birth, and is to return tomorrow. I shall, of course, keep you posted.
I wish I had been able to write with more fanfare, more celebration, and not this half-enthusiasm, but I did not feel right keeping something so momentous from my dearest sister any longer. I am sure I am simply overcome by the Change of it all, and my worry will prove unnecessary in time.
Do give my love to the children.
Your affectionate brother,
Aldous