David Hunter did not come till past ten. By the bye you scold me for not telling you how Jessie is. She is quite well. I really must conclude. It is past 12 and I cannot sit up any longer. I do not believe you will be able to read this letter. It has been written in such a hurry. Goodbye my darling Donald. I trust it will not be long till I have you with me again. Papa was in bed when David Hunter came so he will not have time to write. I cannot bear to give up writing to my darling but I must. Goodnight my dearest husband And believe me ever your own affectionate and devoted wife Susan D McLean PS. Give my kind regards to Mrs Wilson and tell her that since I have been married I have often found it necessary to give you a scold and I shall feel much obliged should you require one whilst at Taranaki if she will give it for me.