Union, Conn.
November 12, 1897.My dear Susie,-
The invalid of the family is slowly but, I think surely, recovering. I have not been to see the doctor since a week ago yesterday.
I ought to go again as soon as there is a pleasant day. I am able to be about the house though I do not get up until the middle of the forenoon, and do some light work. I could do quite a little if it were possible to straighten my arms. My ears are quite sore yet but are improving. Am as well as need be inside and have a ravenous appetite. I am very grateful for your offer to come home but you know I would not send for you unless it were absolutely necessary. Amanda does nicely with the work and I have managed to wait on myself. Don't worry.
I wish you had some of the good things to eat that I have. We had one of your chickens for dinner today with all the proper attachments for a chicken dinner.
Miss Hopkinson, Mrs. Noble and her son called here last Thursday. Miss Hopkinson has decided to remain at the parsonage until spring with her nephew for company.
Miss H. looks really ill, she is so thin and pale. She wished me to thank you for a very kind letter you wrote her and said she would answer it by-and by. Mr. McLeod preached last Sunday having the service at two o'clock. I shall be glad when I get able to go to church again as I have only been once since you went away.
Dora is getting along well with the school according to all accounts. It is so stormy that her father has to bring and come for her most of the time. She walks when it is pleasant.
Yesterday was a lonesome day and Amanda and I went to call on Emma[.] It was the first time I have been anywhere to walk, since the last day of school. We are going over to Mrs. Thayer's soon. Amanda gets rather lonesome and I must go out with her more when I am a little better.
We had our first snowstorm during the night. I wonder what Evangeline will say when she first sees snow.
Amanda is going to the post-office this afternoon. Mrs. Ewing is just starting for New Hamshire. [sic] She made me a farewell call Tuesday evening.
Father and Winnie have been trying to get those wild young cattle home this morning out of the snow, but did not succeed. We make but little butter now as the three calves take most of the milk. There have been at least four men here recently to purchase the black cow. One of them, I think, was Arthur Plimpton and I am quite sure I caught a glimpse of Stanley waiting for him in the carriage.
But we cannot spare Dinah until the calves go so the would-be buyers were disappointed.
I have just written a twelve page letter to Marie Holman which has almost exhausted me and my stock of adjectives.
Poor hungry girls, I pity you! I hope you will have a good Thanksgiving dinner some where.
Lovingly
Mary. Eva.