Harborside, Me.Dear Mamma:-
It is Wednesday morning and so cool that I have my flannel shirt on. The air is fine and clear and the wind is high enough to make good surf, though it makes sailing impossible today.
I mailed the card to you at Castine for I didn't get to it at Belfast. We didn't get here until after the one daily mail had gone yesterday so I couldn't start anything until today. When we got up yesterday it was raining and it rained some on the way from Belfast to Castine, but not enough so we could not sit out on deck in a sheltered place. The captain met us at Castine, and one of the girls I have known before - Kathleen Nealon. Miss Smith didn't go over there, though she had intended to, for they, she and Kathleen, got mixed up about meeting each other, but she was at the Harborside wharf. She is tired, but I guess she will get rested. Her mother is reasonably comfortable. She sits up a good deal and walks from one room to another with the nurse's help.
Yesterday afternoon it cleared magnificently and we went out for a walk after a while and the country surely is lovely, just as lovely as ever. This morning we have taken a few clothes to the washerwoman and now I must hurry to get this into the mail as it is almost time for it to go. We shall probably take a longer walk this afternoon.
I hope you have had cooler weather since Monday. It certainly was hot there in Boston, Monday night was beautiful on the boat.
Your postcard came yesterday and I was glad to hear that you are all right. I hope you will feel fairly well at least.
Love to you,
Abby.