2 Linnell Close
Golder's Green N. W.
Thursday. Mar. 1. '17
Thanks so much for the dear comforting letter I got from you this morning - I think it is the sweetest you ever wrote and I shall love it always. I don't quite understand your view altogether - it is so different from what mine has been. I have always felt there is a real personal God who listens to our prayers and if the desire is a good one and we do all we can ourselves to help it its fulfilment, it will be granted. But apparently that doesn't work. To pray for wealth or something like that I should feel that it was wicked and would not be surprised if I never became wealthy. I think perhaps in the English church I have never got to feel enough at home to talk about things that bothered me to the parson. In the Methodist church we either saw more of the parson or perhaps he encouraged us more to tell him any little difficulties and when things arose to worry us he was easily approached. I think we all need someone sometimes to give us a little more light on things we don't want to talk about in public and people who are wise and helpful are very scarce. Of the parsons we have known since we were married Mr. Wells is the only one I could have talked to freely and he was such a busy man that there never seemed to be a fitting time or place. Perhaps you think these are things we all have to work out for ourselves but it would be easier if we had a little help sometimes. Your letter gives me a different view point altogether and I shall try to understand it and see if it fits into life better than mine. Your sympathy us very sweet dear heart and it has made me feel so much happier.
I'm so sorry about your knee dearie, but you must see the doctor about it. You know you always have had to rest up a few days before when that knee went wrong. Could you by any chance get sent over here for a week's rest. It would be so lovely dear heart and I would take such care of you. Try and see what you can do. At any rate you must rest for a while - there is no fooling about it and the mud must strain it very badly.
How funny that the box turned up after all - just when I am writing to half the countryside about it - I really never expected to hear about it again. Are you needing any more [?]?
Good night my darling one, with all my love and kisses to keep you happy. Your little pal, Alice Leighton