A lost commander : Florence Nightingale / by Mary Raymond Shipman Andrews.
- Mary Raymond Shipman Andrews
- Date:
- 1933, ©1929
Licence: Public Domain Mark
Credit: A lost commander : Florence Nightingale / by Mary Raymond Shipman Andrews. Source: Wellcome Collection.
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![Embley—still there—and played with her ani¬ mals; she had a pig and a donkey and a pony, and always dogs, and the squirrels were special friends. There exists a letter written at ten by the child when she was visiting: There is a hole through the wall close to my door which communicates with the bathroom, which is next the room where Freddy sleeps [Freddy was a cousin] and he talks to me by there/’ Who does not remember from childhood some such irregular arrangement which made life an adventure? Tell her [Clemence, the maid] if you please that I have washed myself all over and feet in warm water since I came every night. . . . My love to all of them except Miss W- [Miss W. evidently was not a favored person.] Dear Pop, I think of you, pray let us love one another more than we have done. Mamma wishes it and it is the will of God and it will comfort us in our trials through life. Good¬ bye.” Even a Florence Nightingale at the age of ten was, likely, using words and not thoughts in that last sentence or so. One detects a savoring of fine, long phrases. Likely she had heard some¬ thing to that effect in church and exulted at getting it off to sister. But the sister-love did comfort them both, later, in trials. It was a religious young soul from babyhood.](https://iiif.wellcomecollection.org/image/b29980781_0024.jp2/full/800%2C/0/default.jpg)
