Dalmuir Hill August 11th [1852] My dearest husband I have got over all my work for the day and I now sit down to write to my Donald which is the only pleasure I have when he is away. I am afraid love my last letter was a little pettish but you must forgive your pussy as I felt so much disappointment by hearing that you would not be home as soon as I expected besides the other annoyances I mentioned. I went for a walk to Mrs Paul's yesterday and I saw Mrs Bell there who was grumbling about her husband being away. She said she thought we might as well have none seeing they were never at home. I went a little way down the beach today and afterwards called with Papa for Mrs Stephen's. They are going to move this week into Mr Domett's house. I do not think