Dalmuir Hill September 7th 1850 My dear Mr McLean I have just time before I go to bed to write a few lines. I intended to have written a long letter to you today but I have been busy finishing a pair of cuffs which I have been knitting for Mama and which I wished her to wear tomorrow so I hope you will forgive me for writing a short letter. Although I did not expect to hear from you this week still I cannot help feeling the want of a letter. I have been so accustomed to have one by every mail. I hope however that I shall have a letter next Friday, if I do not I shall lose all patience with the natives and their boundaries or whatever it is that deprives me of the pleasure of hearing from