Rec’d your kind letterEditorial Note: This letter is not extant.. There seems a strong something drawing me into this; I have to think it out all alone. I am blessed with dear friends and loving brothers & sisters—two girls whom my mother left to me. I feel sure. I must stand on my own feet. We all must when it comes to decisions, the friends help us. It would inconvenience Papa to give me the sum I would require and I want to know from you if your students have been able to help themselves financially. In fact are you able ever to see a field for them? I have certain flaws that I hope I may carry out. But when I allow the grand, pure impulse to leave me & remember my children—aged 16&12. I falter a wee bit. They do not need me. We have an elegant home. But I want to be true to myself. I want to help them by my example. But truly the money matter troubles me: if I felt sure that I could help myself soon after leaving without months of drain on Papa I should not doubt. I have been free from aches and pains for three days—at a time when I usually suffer so terribly. O! This is such a grand truth. “Blessing on the hand of woman.”Editorial Note: This is a line from a poem by William Ress Wallace, titled “The Hand that Rocks the Cradle is the Hand that Rules the World.” I am twenty two years but so old.