A Letter written on Sep 28, 1921

[She has terrible handwriting; there are many phrases that I could not decipher.]

Farview,
North Chatham,
New York.
28 September 1921

Abby Dear:

This is just a note - to send in a piece of the dear walking fern we cut yesterday - & to thank you for your dear letter - I want to write a lot but there is not time now - & these last days seem to have so much left to do in them!

Oh - I do have to make the most of this last chance out here - then if I do get tired - it is the wholesome physical sort which repairs itself speedily - & not the grilling New York sort which I've to its spirit excell on taxing one'[s] muscles -

I didn't get tired yesterday climbing over the primeval [...] cliffs and do in the subway crush fight in New York! And the exhilaration & [...] of it is excellent for me! -

Oh I did so ache to have you with us yesterday! - It was one of the perfect days - cool - crisp - golden - and [...]ing me of the poetry was the [...] very [...] kind! As Anne said - we could feel funny pointed ears & little hairs growing on us! - [...] came here & we drove to East [...] & got Mrs. Parsons to go with us - someday I'll love to tell you details for it was such a joyous day -

[...] is my little walking fern there - it is hard to find for it is not in the same place two years! - and we only plucked a few times [...] of it - or it was so exquisite in its rocky nest - Oh - And that is a rare bit of words - truly age old - & with such marvellous geological formations - & humus six & ten feet deep - not for [...] old dinosaur relics have been found & doubtless some scientist could unearth wonders right in my beloved [...] - The rocks have been upheaved until they are almost upside down! -

And [...] all I can - change New [...] - ample other meals - & [...] I remember it!

There was [...] yesterday - Erebus caught a white throat! Anne nobly performed the [...] and rites! - I heard the [...] song early in the morning - & while I was dressing Erebus brought the tiny limp [...] of his instinct to lay on the porch & cry for us to rejoice over! - And I had to hold Anne then & comfort her along to make her see how Erasmus is not half as vicious or greedy as the world of humans! -

I feel wicked in punishing him when he is such a baby & so proud & yet we do want to teach him to discriminate - He is of wild hunting stock - & his true [...] - the wonderful [...] prize & little [...] are due to it - He is [...] stupid domesticated breed! - And he is a [...]! But I must end - [...] Dear - I'm loving you so much - & I'm so deeply thankful for you -

I've thought of you these last few days when I've been sorting out & destroying such piles of old home things -

And last night I spend two or three hours - all the evening - burning up the piles of old diaries of Mumsie's & Papa's - some going back to the sixties - & without letting me read any of them - I saved the one of 1876 in which Papa wrote down my birth & one of Mumsie's but it is such a [...] tangle of emotion! -

But end - & I do love you -

Eva

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