Goodbye dearest Donald and believe me your own affectionate S D McLean Friday night We have again had a miserable day of rain and if it was not that Ellen Paul is still with me I would have felt very dull. We tried to walk for a short time in the verandah as we get so tired of the house but I was soon obliged to give it up as that horrid toothache commenced again. I wonder what my Donald is doing just now. Most likely he is in bed and asleep although it is not late but I know although my old plague pretends