Mr. Hill next week. Dec 1st Rainy. Eva went to day. She hated to go but yet she did not give up to her feelings. (?) though of left alone in Detroit. She has shed the tears that glistened in her eyes. When will I see her again. She says next fall and her mother says may be. We controlled our feelings and sewed a seam. But poor Willy I was so sorry for him. He did not say much nor did he cry then but to night he had a regular crying spell. Poor little fellow to be severed from his dearest ones again. It seems as though she might have taken him too.