From Mme Martin to her brother Isidore CF 26 - February 14, 1868.

From Mme Martin to her brother

February 14, 1868

Your last letter made me happy. However, I would like your business to do even better, and I won’t be happy until you can tell me that each year you put 8 to 10,000 francs aside. So, try to write me soon that you’re able to do this. In the meantime, you must take heart and not worry. I was like you when I began my Alençon lace business, and I made myself sick over it. Now, I’m much more reasonable. I worry much less and resign myself to all the unfortunate events that happen to me, and may happen to me. I tell myself that God allows it, and then I don’t think about it anymore.

You ask me if I’ll visit you at Easter. I can’t say because I don’t know what I’ll have to do then. Unforeseen things happen so often that I can’t give you an answer. What is certain and what I can promise you is that, if you’re unable to come the month of September because of the baby or for any other reason, I will come during the holidays with my two oldest girls. It’s rare that I can’t find a little free time during that period. However, it’s up to you to come this year, but I don’t see you coming soon.

I’m very concerned about my sister-in-law regarding the dear baby she’s expecting. I’m worrying much more about her than I do about myself when it’s my turn, because then I don’t even think about it. I hope she’s like me and lets others worry about her. When I speak to my husband about my fears on this subject, he tells me that he doesn’t understand me, that all will be for the best. I hope so, but meanwhile I’d like it all to be over. This month seems long to me.

I’m happy to see that no one’s forgotten the layette for little Jeanne. (My husband says the baby will be a boy, a little Jean.) I also thought of her; nearly two months ago I bought her a silver rattle. As for trinkets, I know nothing about them.

Today I saw little Joseph. He was sick for almost two weeks. He’s doing much better, but he’s lost a lot of weight and so is not very strong. He’s as pretty as a little bouquet, and he laughs heartily and joyfully until he chokes! I’d like very much for God to leave him with me. I pray and beg Him for this every day. If, however, He doesn’t wish it, I’ll have to resign myself. The wet nurse always says to me that he’s going to die, that he’s like the other little Joseph. I have to go and console her, but I don’t see him dying, thank God!

Louis sends his kindest regards to both of you, as well as our little girls, who all, except Marie, want Pauline’s godfather to be their godfather (Isidore Guérin). When we bring out the games, they’re always from him. And, as for their aunt, they also want her to be their godmother!


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