Friday noon.Dear Mamma:-
I think if I write now and take this over to the post-office you'll get it tomorrow. There's an afternoon train down about three that we can reach by walking over after dinner.
It is as lovely here as ever. Today is cloudy but it doesn't seem about to rain, for Washington and Madison are as clear as can be. Miss Sackett has her cat here this year and he has strolled in and is sitting on our window sill. He is all black and very well-behaved, but his tail is too slim and his nose too long.
The people have all inquired for you and want to be remembered. Miss Gates met me at Gorham and I had my trunk transferred to the other station and checked down to Shelburne. She sent for it there, but not for some time and I was glad enough to have old clothes in my trunk. Mrs. Blood rode from one station in Randolph to the other with me. They had Olive and her sister over to spend Tuesday night and had planned to pluck me off the train to spend tha tnight too, but when they called here to tell Miss Gates they found I wasn't coming. It would have been lots of fun. I find I can't have Olive come here very well as the trains don't run right so I think I shall go to Bethel some day next week. I'm going to try to have the Bloods come to dinner some day and go up Crag.
Mrs. Southwick is here - also Mr. & Mrs. Dewey, Miss Mary and Miss Edith Sackett, Miss Brown of the last year's people. Miss Mary Sackett wasn't here then but we heard so much of her that she seemed to belong. Mrs. Sackett and Mrs. Dewey have gone just now to attend a relative's funeral, but Mrs. Dewey anyway will be back. Mr. Dewey has made a lot of progress with his house. He has his water supply in now, a rain to force water from Gates brook to the house.
Yesterday Miss Smith, Miss Brown, the two Sacketts and I went up Crag in the forenoon. It was beautiful up there, so nice and clear and cool. Everything is so clean and fresh. It has rained both nights but the days are beautiful. We came down from Crag on the Burbank's side by an old trail and then home by the road. There are lots of blackberries this year and a few blueberries and raspberries left.
This forenoon we have been picking fir up near Bowls and Pitchers. I thought we needed a new pillow and I guess I'll get some to give away for Xmas. Don't you believe Lucy Baker would like a pillow? I sent her one years ago but she must have thrown it way years back now. We saw Miss Whitney this morning - avery quaint looking little old lady who made me think of Mrs. Hollingsworth. She was driving in as far as she could to Bowls and Pitchers but would have to walk some distance. She is over ninety if you please! The Mollers are here, same as ever, still taking pictures of themselves. They are now making an old-fashioned spinning wheel to use in some colonial pictures. They found just the wheel in Miss Gates' attic and are making a standard for it.
I can't write any more now for it is almost time for dinner and we'll have to go to the town (?) right after it. My health is excellent. Don't worry about it at all, for it isn't necessary. Your card came this mroning. I'm gald you are all right. Miss Smith and Mrs. Smith send their love. Mrs. Smith got cold and was sick several days but is better now, though she doesn't get out half as much as you did last summer. She's so afraid something will happen to her, and perhaps she has to be, for things do seem to very easily. Love to you - and to Jessee if you see her or telephone. I'll write again Sunday -