‘Many thanks to you and your sweet Mother for your loving notes and the _Illustrated_. I am glad that I have not been sent _Froggy’s Brother_. Not only am I afraid of shedding one useless tear; but I seem to have scarcely any time for reading what is unconnected with my work. I have begun the Koran, which will be rather a tedious task,--only in English,--but I think it well to read it, and a few books of manners and customs. Then I have two Munshis; and with my imperfect memory, I must be perpetually going over and over what I learn, so as not to lose it. Then I ought to write, whenever I can, and visit Natives a little; and we have so many interruptions. The day passes so fast; and perhaps at the end one feels--“What has been done?--how little!” But as for sitting down to amuse oneself with an English story-book,--how can that be done by your attached old Missionary Auntie?’