Dear Fiona-Girl, how can we ever thank you! When that McCarrick cousin of yours turned up, we though
Dear Fiona-Girl, how can we ever thank you! When that McCarrick cousin of yours turned up, we thought now the English had done it and sent someone after us right to the edge to the world. But he’s a fine fellow – he handed over Mother’s jewellery, and helped us sell it at a good price. We were a little sorry to see it go, but some merchant in Halifax paid an incredible sum. He wanted something for his wife and it’s really hard to get anything from the Old World out here. We were able to buy our farm back and take in a poor family who helps with the work. We’re doing much better now with crops and cattle and it’s starting to feel like the old times in Scotland. How are you doing yourself? Rob and I are terribly sorry about your husband. Mr McCarrick was nearly in tears telling us about him. But it was good to meet someone who had seen you. Now that we’re able to indulge in sentiments again, we really miss you. I hope we can write more often from now on. Your Brothers Matthew and Robert Kennaugh. * * * Dear Brothers, I was so glad to get your letter! It’s a great comfort to me to know that at least you two are doing better. I am mother of a little boy now, whom I named Matthew, in honour our dear father – and because Mr McCarric flew into a temper and forbid me to name him after his son. Unfortunately little Matthew was born with a twisted lip, but otherwise he seems to be fine, as far as one can tell in someone so young. Most of my time these days is spent trying to feed him, but it’s a lot easier since my sister-in-law brought an ingenious baby-bottle from Edinburgh. My other sister-in-law is engaged in France, and the third, Miss Ysobel is here with me and a great help and comfort. So all things considered I’m not doing too badly at the moment. Your sister Fiona. -- source link
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