Abby Morton Diaz,
The Atlantic Monthly
(1866)
“ As I went in, Elinor burst out crying. Daddy sat shelling beans. "What are you crying for?" said he. "Walter has come," she sobbed out. "And what is that to be crying about?" said he. But I saw, as he grasped my hand, that he too brushed away a tear. Frederic and his Lucy cannot do enough for me. He tries to laugh, scold, tease, and coax me into health. Mammy is steeping up gin and mustard, which, they say, is a sure cure for the chills. Dearly beloved friends! They little know how soothingly their kindness falls upon the heart of the lonely one. ”
