Thurs. A.M.Dear Mamma:-
I have to wait a few minutes to see whether Dr. Porter comes in or not. I wish he would either be more regular in his movements or else let me know what he plans to do, for I can't start in to work on various things unless I have some certain time ahead. But he has so many irons in the fire that I suppose he can't tell himself.
I'm glad this storm did not come yesterday for I had a fine time, and so did a lot of other people. Nell and I went on the Appalachian Club jaunt as we planned. There were about 225. A special train took us to Gloucester and then a series of special cars out to what they call Long Beach. We walked along the shore about two miles and it was beautiful. The tide was low and the beach fine and hard for a mile or so I guess. Then we struck big rocks and a pebbly beach. We had our luncheon on some fine rocks nearly opposite the Thatcher's Island lights. People hung around for quite a while and then we went about three miles across country through the woods and fields to Rockport and took the train back there. I suppose they have to go slowly with such a big party but we might just as well have done another three or four miles.
It is now afternoon. I decided Dr. Porter was not coming in and so set to work. His wife is sick - trained nurse there. He has been in this afternoon. While I was at work Miss Blood came and left a note in my room asking me to Mrs. Johnson's for dinner, not dressed up. I have not been over there for ever so long, and I'm going to start in a minute.
Mrs. Pingree gave me a nice story to read last evening - quite short, but yet I didn't get the rest of the braid on my grey skirt as I had meant to and I may not tonight. I have it sewed on once around and part way around the second time.
I haven't heard any thing from Louise.
It has cleared off finely.
With much love to you -
Abby.