A Letter Written on Apr 14, 1904

Templeton, Mass.
April 14, 1904.

Dear Lucy:-

I suppose you have arrived at your destination safely, and have settled down to study good and hard.

Did you find a chance to go and see Mrs. G. Coleman? I did not get a chance to ask you on the car.

Gertrude Page Akers and her husband commenced housekeeping yesterday so I heard.

Delphine was a year old Wednesday. How time flies. It does not seem so very long ago since she was a tiny baby.

Two robins are building in our sweet apple tree and they have a great deal of spring work to do. Mr. Robin is apt to stop in his work to sing a love song. So of course the work does not progress very rapidly.

The hepaticas are in blossom. I found a whole handful. Monday. And since then they have had to withstand two frosts. What hardy little flowers they are? Do you know of any fact that wrote concerning them. I have been unable to find anything about them. I am trying a new kind of botany. Instead of pressing them, I write down the name of the flowers and where I found them and after that a few lines of poetry concerning each flower that I have found. It is quite interesting so far. I have found Pussy-willow, poplar, birch and alders, and hepaticas, and have found something for everything except the hepaticas.

Papa said that Mrs. Titterton told him she had heard Johnnie Doherty was married. Had you heard anything about it, when you were at home.

Mama was fixing dough-nuts the other day and when she was through she put the kettle with some melted lard in it on the floor. About a half an hour later Rogue waked [sic] in and finding the kettle where his dinner dish usually stood imagined the lard was his dinner and so proceeded to gobble it up. When mama came around the corner he smiled and wagged his tail and looked as if he thought it fine.

I am not going to write a long letter to-night because I saw you so recently. You didn't flirt with any brake-men or anything of that kind did you. I won't allow it if you do. I shall report you to the principal.

With love,
Edie.