July 28th, 1888
Charlie,
You'll never know how much it has made me smile to hear the realizations you've had. I'm sure, however, that you know the sentiments are true on my part as well. Perhaps I'll survive the next year after all.

Would the evening of the thirty-first work for you? Mother says it would be the best evening for dinner. If so, six in the evening will be when dinner is served.

And please, there is no need to apologize. You've more than made it up to me now.
Always,
Ems