'Tryphosa went away from us to "the other shore" last night. We were all there--her "inner circle" as she used to call us--all except you, and she seemed to miss you so. I never knew her to grow fond of any one in so short a time, but she took you right into her heart from the first. If I had not loved you so much I should have been jealous, but who could be jealous of you, you precious, brave saint?