Wednesday.Margaret love:
It was a happy thing when I came back last night to find your letter. I was bothered and begrieved with a long day at the library, and your card gave it a sweet end.
I have chortled too over Dr. Esther's concept of me and the ps[y]chiatrist but fortunately I have no need now of doctors, Bostonese or Hopkinses, for which I give praise and thanksgiving. Of course I still have a mysterious sense of the Devil in the background, but so long as he stays there I shall muddle through.
I am beginning to fear it was the Devil rather than my Good Angel that started me on Trojan, et al. The thing is fascinating, maddening, and so full of clues that I can't begin to run them all down. I must stop it this Saturday and get busy
withteaching and Romance lectures, - but my heart's not there! I reflect often on what would be the disapproval in your wise eyes and I quail but I do go on. Mea Culpa.Maggie darling, did I thank you for the lufly hankies which I found in my bag along with Aunt Hattie's giftie? The comfort they have been to me! There are no such hankies as yours. They seem always to endear me with respectability and best, true lover ship.
You will probably be seeing pictures of me if Emily carries out her present notice of going up this week end. Do you guess how hard it is not to go along and how I have a queer jealous feeling about these silly pictures one of which will stay with you when I can't? - I don't like any of them, I am afraid, but I think you may. At least pretend you do for the poor wretch of a photographer took a lot of trouble, and it will please Emily if you do.
My heart's love to you. I would give almost anything for a sight of you -
Yours, Laura.
Tell Bertha I have a lovely popular article for her to do on John Bromyard. There is a little chapter on Justice that simply cries [?] to be translated.