South Hadley, Mass.,
Nov. 1, 1907.Dear Sister:-
While there are lots of little things to tell you, you won't get much of a letter for things are pressing. Recitations all day to-day, a class-meeting at 4:45 brings me up to six o'clock with Latin Prose & an awful Math lesson ahead of me. Margaret took a sit up last night & is going to take one to-night. That makes her four. I wonder what she will do now. I don't feel like taking sit ups. I can do much better work if I take a get up.
Five A.M. Sat. Horrors! I had a postal from Addie Thurs. saying that she would arrive in South Hadley Friday. So when I was downstairs after dinner I was informed that I had a caller up in my room, I had no doubts who it was. She is staying at Mrs. Teal's. There was a teachers' convension [sic] in Northampton so she came over from that and is going back to-morrow P.M. She said that while her grandmother was a little more comfortable she had had two sinking spells last week. Bertha and the others are well.
We had fire drill last night. We were expecting it so were not at all surprised when the bell rang. It was great fun to race down three flights of stairs and then walk up again all for nothing. Florence Hight has counted and she says that there are 56 stairs so that made a hundred and twelve extra steps. Some of the last on the scene appeared with their bath towels tied over their faces.
The concert was perfectly grand and I enjoyed it so much. I had never heard a harp before. The violin was the best though. The man played one of the pieces that Miss Abbot played so much this summer.
There is going to be a French play next week. I wasn't planning to go but Miss Bacon wants us to so much that she isn't going to have us prepare a lesson for Tuesday and has put us on our honor to go so I shall have to. Another twenty-five cents gone.
I suppose the Junior-Freshmen reception is next week & I know Founder's Day is so I shall be busy. What did you say those people were that wore the yellow bows? Don't you know some one in Norwich, Conn? I had a letter from Cousin Lizzie and one from Aunt Ada this week. Uncle Warren is in Boston. I got a cat [?] from him Monday night.
I have heard, pretty straight too, that there [sic] are not going to have Faculty Dinner. I suppose because they can't get them into the dining room at Brigham. Miss Smith thinks that is an awful blow for it made up for having to be agreeable for so long to have a good dinner, she said. They are going to have a reception instead.
It is communion service to-morrow. Dear me. Well, I guess I shall get through it some way.
I must stop and study like everything.
With lots of love to you all.
From,
Mary.P.S. I can't even spell my own name. Has the frost killed everything? Did you have many squashes? Did you make grape juice? Is Hiram going to put the wood in? When are the Parkers coming home? I am so glad your playing went off so nicely at the Union. I knew it would. What did they finally do about Evan Wilson.