Dear Mamma:-Are there any of your things in the trunk here which you would like to have me take to Nashua next Saturday? You know you have that muslin dress here, the light one. I'll take a look at the underclothes and see if I think you'll want any of them. If I do pack up most of our possessions before going out for the commencement, the time is getting short. I'll try to bring down that alcohol lamp this next time, for I'll pack that in a box probably, rather than in the trunk. Will you ask Miss Butterfield, please, to empty out the alcohol if there is any in it and let the wick dry out so I shall not hurt things in my suitcase. The top cover unscrews and then the centre just pulls out, you know.
Last night I trimmed my Panama hat and also made the sleeves for my grey silk waist and today I have packed away quite a few winter underclothes. I'll try to get bags on my dresses this week. But my room is going to be very hot evenings and I don't know how long my energy will last.
Yesterday afternoon I went over to see Uncle Cleveland and Flora. Uncle Cleveland is about the same. He walked out on Moreland St. the other day and thought he was going as far as the barber's to have his whiskers trimmed but he decided not to try it. They had the barber come to the house, and he cut his whiskers shorter than I ever saw them. Flora is better, but she has had a hard time and isn't well by any means yet. She was up and hoped to get to work this week. She said it was very hard for her the last two weeks she did work. She has lost a week. They send love.
I went over a minute to see Dr. Lowell. She was sitting on the piazza with enough clothes on to kill her, but she is very hoarse still and weak. Miss Schwab is there, so she is taken care of all right. I'm glad she has her back.
I have sent your Income Fund $1 to Mrs. Bourdon. Tomorrow morning I have to go in town to get an instrument, and I'll take your check in and get it cashed so as to take the money to you next Saturday.
I've read a book and slept this afternoon instead of writing, so now I must do my letters.
With much love to you,
Abby.