Dear Sir, - It is now many months since I last wrote to you, and it is with great regret that I have noticed the falling-off of letters from one-legged ladies, and also the cessation of stories and articles on them.
I am still ridiculously happy, and am still as fond as ever of high-heeled shoes; but in a few months' time I shall have to stop wearing them - for a little while, at least - and there are no prizes for guessing why.
Dick has been very good to me ever since we were married, and has done ever so much to satisfy my own natural desire to overcome my handicap; but it is only fair to say that it is also his greatest pleasure to see me walking as naturally as possible while wearing the highest heel I can manage.
I must admit that the peg legs which I had made on my visit to London have not been used very much lately, as the artificial limb is much more comfortable and natural, and also permits me to use a pair of shoes with 3 inch heels all day long.
But in the evening and on very hot days I discard it, as the corset is rather uncomfortable, and I use now a single padded crutch, in deference to my husband's wishes, as he says it is ever so much nicer to see me swinging along on one crutch than it is on my elbow crutches.
I must say that I consider him right to a very great extent, as with the pair of crutches, both hands are fully occupied, whereas with only one I can carry things in my other hand or use Dick's arm as an additional support.
As I told you in my last letter, both my peg legs and my artificial one are made of a very light metal alloy, and they are very comfortable to use.
I have had some lovely shoes as presents of Dick, and in all cases except one the heels are as high as I can possibly manage. and some of them I am quite unable to walk in even with the aid of two crutches.
One of them has a blocked toe and a heel 7 inches high, and is only meant as an ornament. I wear it in the house in the afternoon or evening, and when it is necessary for me to move Dick just picks me up and carries me.
Soon I shall have to give my heels up, and probably have to take to my bath-chair again for a month or so.
Can you imagine the stares I shall get when I go out wearing my peg leg and push the pram?
Sincerely yours,
Helen Fivetoes