7512 Greenview Av.
Chicago - Dec. 20, 1919.Dearest Maggie:
There was no chance to write before I left Wellesley, and little enough since I arrived here. The journey seemed an ever lasting one though we were only five hours late in getting in, and that is not much this time of year. But three hundred maidens can make every minute lengthen.
Yes. Mrs. Hunt's letter reached me before I left Wellesley and its news haunts me. One can't think of Miss Harper as anywhere but here, and it is hard to think that we might have been more appreciative of the life-loving energy that made her so at home on earth. - But it is harder to think of that lonely old mother of hers for when she was. I suppose, all things good. -
I find my dear folk worn and weary and white with this shut-in city life, and when the Christmas-tide is over, we must evolve some new scheme for them. It is a problem for which I have little wisdom or courage, but one keeps on believing inspiration will come.
I wish I knew how you are faring in the new "winter home," for which, incidentally, I have no address. It gives
ame a lonesome-like feeling to think of dear Tetherwold all shut-up, but I suppose that is a most unpractical sentiment.Will you give your family our warmest Christmas greetings and happiest wishes for the New Year? Having you at least fairly safe and sound is one of my biggest Christmas joys. When I think I am gloomy, I reflect on how I felt when Hannah Griffiths letter reached me, and then I know I am anything but really gloomy!
Bless you, Margaret - and don't give us any more scares this year. You are bound to be increasingly healthy, you know, even though you don't really need to be intelligent until next year!
Yours always,
Laura