Dear good old Gingo
We've all been busting over the telegram. It is spelendid—too too splendid. I'm too mad & too glad & too everything to write coherent. I can only cry, Avast ahoy. My head is in a whirl—Captain he is Loblolli boy & I'm loblolly girl!
You shammed v. badly in pretending you were going to be low, you didn't take us in but we pretended that we didn't know you were pretending. In my privatest corner of my heart I settled you to be third, second I never dared count on even in that corner where we stow away our wildest dreams.
Oh my goody gracious me I can only return to my original vent. You are loblolliboy! Write me a linekin to C. Place to say how you feel, whether you are got on your feet. I am still on my head & I mean to stay there a good bit. One doesn't often get such a chance for a good stay in that position.
Goodbye my dear G. | your affec & distracted H.E.D.
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Please cite as “FL-1169,” in Ɛpsilon: The Darwin Family Letters Collection accessed on 29 April 2024, https://epsilon.ac.uk/view/darwin-family-letters/letters/FL-1169