9 October 1917 Edith to Stuart - Letter #6

Edith to Stuart
9.10.17
My Dearest
It is rather early to say “Good-night”, but I am a day behind, and if I do not hurry, you will not have this to-night. I am afraid it will not be very nice, for things done in a hurry never are.
I would like to thank you for something I have in my pocket, but I do not know how to. I will tell you what I think about it tomorrow. Only you must not sit up writing for me any more. I know how long it takes to write even a little bit. You must look at it this way. You belong to me now, and you want me to have the best. Am I right? I can hear you saying “That does not need an answer”. Then you must see that I get it, and if you stop up late at night I shall not. There are enough head-aches, and other aches, that cannot be avoided, so we must have no unnecessary ones. All the same, I would like just a wee note when you can really spare a minute.
Don’t I preach a lot? You must excuse it, Dearest, for I spend the day at it, and it will come out a bit at night. I just wish it wouldn’t, but it will.
Through the day I have thought of many things I wanted to say to you, but they are all gone now, but one tiny, tiny little. Can you guess? It’s just this, “I love you”. It keeps coming over and over again, and I am afraid the other things will have to wait, because they have been pushed out. Only I might have made a decent note out of those, and I cannot out of that little bit of a sentence. Can you make it do for to-night? You see, the time has not come when I feel talky. Now Elsie[1] has just called me to supper, and I must bring this along first.
Good-night, my Dearest. Go to bed quickly, and don’t get up too early. Think all nice things, for there are heaps to think about, and the nasty ones are not worth your thought.
Good-night – Belovéd, Good-night.

Is the light for ever failing?
God’s in His Heaven!
Is the faint heart ever quailing?
God’s in His Heaven!
God’s strong arms are all around you,
In the dark He sought and found you,
All’s well! All’s well!
All’s - - - well!

[1] Elsie Mary Brown, 25 September 1897 to 4 March 1974 (Edith's sister)

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