She married a home missionary , and they are in a lonely part of the west . Well , I wrote her a letter . Not just an ordinary letter ; dear me , no . I took a whole day to write it , and you should have seen the postmistress 's eyes stick out when I mailed it . I just told her everything that had happened in Greenvale since she went away . I made it as newsy and cheerful and loving as I possibly could . Everything bright and funny I could think of went into it . `` The next was old Aunt Kitty . You know she was my nurse when I was a baby , and she 's very fond of me . But , well , you know , Aunt Emmy , I 'm ashamed to confess it , but really I 've never found Aunt Kitty very entertaining , to put it mildly . She is always glad when I go to see her , but I 've never gone except when I could n't help it . She is very deaf , and rather dull and stupid , you know . Well , I gave her a whole day . I took my knitting yesterday , and sat with her the whole time and just talked and talked . I told her all the Greenvale news and gossip and everything else I thought she 'd like to hear . She was so pleased and proud ; she told me when I came away that she had n't had such a nice time for years . `` Then there was ... Florence . You know , Aunt Emmy , we were always intimate friends until last year . Then Florence once told Rose Watson something I had told her in confidence . I found it out and I was so hurt .
I could n't forgive XXXXX , and I told her plainly I could never be a real friend to her again .
Emmy Florence Greenvale Kitty Watson day postmistress time year years