South Hadley, Nov. 13. /49My dear Mother,
Susan says she wrote the whole of the last letter, so I must write with the whole of this. We have had a delightful day to-day, after a while week of rain. We could scarcely get out of the Seminary last week, it was so very rainy all the time. We were in to Mrs. Condits' Saturday night, and they said they had begun almost to despair of ever seeing any body again. Helen's eyes are yet very troublesome, and keep her at times, her cousin Hannah Maria Condit is still there. I was in last evening, and spent the evening with Helen, as she was to be alone, as they were invited out to tea, that is, Mrs & Miss Condit.
Miss Hazen is away again, perhaps Susan informed you of it, so I sleep alone as Miss Chapin has to sleep with Miss Whitman. After Thanksgiving Miss Chapin is going away to stay the remainder of the time. I wonder how long, you expect I am going to stay here, people keep asking, Sue and I tell them I know nothing at all about it. Tell father our friends are getting another home, and need replenishing. We should be happy to see you here whenever you prepare to come, though I think summer decidedly the pleasantest time, to visit S. Hadley. I wish Ellen Huse would come & see us, I should think she might. Caddy Bayley says she thinks some of the Springfield folks might come & see her, & invite her to spend Thanksgiving with them, but she won't go there without [...]. I cannot see a line, it is so dark, & you must not laugh if you find all the writing between the lines, instead of on them.
How are you getting along now? Has Caroline gone? Have they heard anything from William Huse lately? And how does that baby get along? Did Martin Rogers get well, & has Daniel Rogers gone?
Wed.
Hannah Gilman sends her love to you and says she intends to come & see you in the winter vacation. I am so tired I cannot write more. I wish I could once write you a decent letter do you ever think I shall I have begun almost to despair. I have been examining in Arithmetic. All the forenoon and my ideas have all evaporated.
Good bye your Mary