Dear Mamma:-I was going out to walk with Miss Smith but she has a caller, so I'll write to you now instead of this evening. I'd go out to walk by myself if I could get down without being seen, but I can't. I'm sorry, for I haven't been out today. That's the trouble with this place as I knew it would be - nobody to go to walk beyond a few steps!
But it is a lovely place, and we have a pleasant time, even if it is rather pussy-cattish. There are many blackberries around and we are making jelly, a little at a time. Miss Smith and I together have about seven glasses I guess, and Miss Young has more. We shall make more this week, for it is extremely good, and there are lots of berries just ripening fast. Some of them are low bush, some are high bush, none very big, but the rains have made them fairly juicy. Miss Young has a three burner blue flame oil-stove and plenty of dishes to work with.
Later. We got a little walk after the callers went, and found some lovely bayberries over by the amphitheatre. If the post-mistress has a box I'll send some home to Miss Safford. The pieces with berries on I'll pack in bayberry leaves, which of course aren't to be saved. The twigs with berries on we just put dry into a vase you know, that grey Japanese one for instance, but the vase has to be weighted with sand or it tips over. I'm sorry to bother Miss Safford with so many things but the berries are fine. I shall send some to Eva if I can get a box. But that may not be possible.
Maine is to vote soon on suffrage and so there was a parade here yesterday by the women on the Point who believe in suffrage. We wore white with yellow golden-rod (yellow is the suffrage color) in our hats. There were American flags in abundance and a big flag at the head carried by four elderly women. One must have been about eighty, I think. We sang as we marched and had two speeches and a poem at the end, in a little open space. It was quite an affair, over fifty in line, with perhaps twice as many looking on, including many maids and a few voters. There are very few "natives" around here - almost no one except the lighthouse keeper in the winter.
The lighthouse grounds are closed now to the public - because of the war. The keeper sells milk to some people, but has to set the bottles on the fence, and talks with people only over the fence.
Last night we took our supper down on the rocks and had a fire. There is lots of driftwood and dry spruce trees around so the fire was fine. The supper was good, too, and we had a pleasant time. The two Talbots and a friend of theirs are down here at the Inn, so we have a table of eight. Miss Blake and Miss Searles leave this next Tuesday, but some friends of Miss Young's come the next day for a few days.
I hope you are getting on well. Have you
sentused any of Jessee's money? You'd better have a little auto ride this week if you haven't. Miss Safford could telephone to young Mr. Buss and arrange a time with him.I'm sorry you haven't heard from Sam, but perhaps you have beore this. He meant to come I'm sure, but it may be that his route took him another way from what he expected. He has been good to write to you, anyway.
With much love to you.
AbbySunday