3rd February, 1892
Dear Daffodil Miss Potts,
I’m so glad to hear you liked it. It’s nothing, really – just a few stray twigs I had about that would have come to nothing, otherwise. I do think there’s something fragile and lovely and interesting about them, the very newest parts of trees, but maybe that’s just what I get for fiddling with them all day in the first place, and it’s not something anyone in their right mind ought to notice. I’m not quite sure what your poor sister made of it or of me and I felt rather a fool carrying it over – but if you are being sincere about liking it enough for pride of place on your desk, well, I hardly mind feeling the fool.
On a similar note, thank you for the thank-you flowers. You really needn’t have, for I bought some flowers for myself when I stopped by, and if you keep sending me them and I keep stopping by, the neighbours really will start to wonder what’s going on in the workshop with all the vases. It’ll be overrun with flowers! Do you think they’ll suppose I have a very devoted secret admirer or that I’ve just gone and lost my mind? I’m leaning the latter.
With affection,
Elias
Elias
look ANOTHER beautiful bee!set <3