[Boston—Saturday, 17 May 1873]
Saturday morning went to the train to say “goodby”. Pure true beautiful striving souls—how very dear they have grown to us. “Do not think I have always been so kind to this poor frail body of mine” said dear George but I find that is the way to get the most work out of it. I will tell a secret she said, at home he travels first class and I travel third—but this is only of late years since he has been so feeble.
