goods and read our letters, and that he will repent in a day or two; but he declares not. I could bear the disappointment about the clothes pretty well, because I am rather incredulous about the extreme cold with which they threaten us; I found out that trick last January; but I should have liked a letter.
I wrote that four days ago, believing all the time that the ‘Seringapatam’ really had some letters on board for us, and that, after grumbling a great deal, we should be pleasantly disappointed with a large packet of letters and a superb assortment of dresses; but none have come.
This has a chance of overtaking the ‘Reliance.’ At last we have heard of our things. An officer who went on board the ‘Seringapatam’ in search of his wife’s goods saw in a list of parcels ‘Two boxes for the Miss Edens.’ So now the captain promises to make a search for them, and I should think there will be letters in them.
God bless you, my dearest sister! In ten
