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30 Seymour Road,
11 October, 1920.

Dearest Dada,

Your letter came a few days ago.
I am truly, really, wishing that either I were
with you, or you with me. In either case, we
could talk. But even as matter stands, I think
I see your situation clearly.

I hope you are enjoying housekeep-
ing with Hig and Maudy. Are you? But,
I want to tell you one thing,- a thing
which I have learned since I have been
home. That is this: friends are very nice,
but remember when you actually really
get to a hard fix, the family is the one
that will stand by you. Coming from me,
who has spent a greater part of my life
thousands of miles away from my family,
this may sound green. But honestly, you
will find that I am right. At the same
time, I am glad you are having a little
experience living in N.Y. City away from
324 [] 89th St, for the change will be good
for you and the family too.

I have been desperately and
most miserably ill these past two weeks
as I had my tonsils removed. The doctors
found the tonsils terribly infected, and [page break]
they have come to the conclusion that
bad tonsils have been the cause of the
break-outs on my face. Did you know
that I am of an exceedingly nervous liver-
[]? Well, it seems that I am;
although I never knew it. The operation
went hard with me, as I was on
the verge of a nervous break-down.
I am still resting, and not taking an
active part in anything socially
or in any social-services works. I am
well on the road to being pampered
to death by the family.

My mornings I spend digging in
the garden. I have already planted my
sweet peas. The gardener does the hard
work, while I do the easy planting etc.
By November, I ought to be setting out
my rose cuttings.

I understand that there is a Miss
Margaret Worton coming to Shanghai,
and that she is a Wellesley graduate.
I wonder whether she could be Frances
Worton's sister? The president of the American [page break]
College Club is away in America, and
I am the Acting President now. With
such a large club as ours, -- over a
hundred members-- I am having
my hands full planning for the
year. I am also a Board Member
of the N.W.C.A. and I have accepted
an invitation to be on the Board of
Directors of the Margaret Williamson
Hospital in Shanghai, -- which
means more work. Besides I am
sec. of two child organization, and
chairman of several committees. This
just means that I have to be on the
jump all day long, -- even supposing
I am not studying and keeping house too.

But until November, I am
doing nothing as the Doctor has
ordered complete rest. He said that
with all these duties, it is a wonder
I am alive at all. I do think
myself that I really did not know
how tired I am until now when [page break]
I am just begun to be rested. But you
know, I like to be active, and I love
to see things hum. I have no patience
with a merely-passably sort of
existence. Ergo, -- I am not married
yet! And then too there are other
compensations. My cousin who was at
Radcliffe (you met her) married two years
ago (although she is only a little over a
year older than I), and now she
has a baby. She looks fully five
years older than I, and looks and
feels tired most of the time. I
am much thinner than I was and
getting wiry. After I am rested,
I shall be just awfully fresh
and full of [vein] and life again.

My cousin from Radcliffe has
returned home. She says she hates
China, and finds life here with
her family unbearable. Her family
on the other hand says that she
is most indiscreet and undiscerning. [page break]
From this you may imagine
what a time they are having.
But don't mention this to anyone.
I think the whole trouble lies
in this: the family and she
expect too much of each other,
and too little of what each one
really should do.

What a very different home-
coming this is compared to mine.
My family took me for granted,
good and bad. And although
we did not always agree, we
respected each other and com-
promised. But then not every
one is so fortunate in having
such a good Mother as I
have. Really my mother is so
considerate of me that every day
I am ashamed of myself, and of
my behavior. Am very tired
now. Well, Dada, write me again
soon. With love--