Letter From Eunice Dated 9 January 1914

Jan 9, 1914

New York City

My dearest Bob.
I am very, very ill and I am not able to say much. I'm very sorry you will not be in port Sunday but I suppose it can't be helped. I have been sick ever since you have been gone and it seems as though you have been gone about six months. You must excuse this writing but I feal[sic] so bad I don't know what to write. I guess I nead[sic] the cure you mentioned in your letter, but not at present as I feal to[sic] bad. You know you wouldn't spank me, don't you? I should hate to tell you what you nead[sic]. Remember I've got a lot of things on you, you remember that night then was a good time I should have taken you acrost[sic] my knee, "Remember this what I'm saying to you."

Will close now with love.

Eunice