My dear Carrie:-I guess my motto is not "Better never late," but the older one of "Better Late than never." I have thought of you often and intended to write long before this. Mary began her letter on Sunday and expected me to write then. Sunday was the day of prayer and Mr. Calkins of Portland, Maine, preached in the morning and at the Y.W.C.A. service in the evening. I enjoyed the services very much.
There seem to be many things going on this week. Last night we went to a song recital by Mr. Wells, a tenor from New York. To-night the College Settlement Club give a little farce in the gym. This week Friday Ian Maclaren is going to speak here. Last week Friday Dr. Burton gave a lecture on New Testament Miracles which Sophomore and Junior Bible classes had to attend. Saturday night was a French lecture and I had to go to that as I am taking a one hour course in French conversation this semester. I have four hours of German, Introduction to Philosophy, Nineteenth Century poetry, Bible and two hours of Art. I wonder if you knew how popular Experimental Psychology was this year. Many juniors wanted to take it and, as the laboratory is not very large, only part of the people could take the course this semester. Mr. Hayes, the new psych teacher is fine, so they say. I had Miss Rowland and thought she was lovely. I guess everybody was glad when exams were over.
It has been pretty cold this winter, but to-day it is quite comfortable. Alice Thompson is in Hitchcock this year and Marion Weston has a room at Mrs. Stacy's. Mrs. Stacy's house is quite a little farther down the street than Mrs. Winchester's. Marion gets her own breakfasts, but goes to Porter for lunch and dinner.
You must enjoy having time for your music and playing duets with your sister. I hope you are feeling much better. I shall be glad when the spring comes and we can be out of doors more of the time.
If I were going to the Junior prom, I could promise to write you an elaborate description of it, but I think I shall go home next Wednesday and stay until Monday. The faculty granted the petition of the Juniors to have our regular holiday next week on Thursday and have Thursday recitations on Wednesday. That makes it very nice, I think. We are going to use the Holyoke blue to decorate the gym as that color looks so much prettier at night than our own dark blue.
I am sure you must have enjoyed yourself at "Ben Hur." I went when the play was given before in Boston and thought it was simply grand. I wonder if it is the same company that are giving it now.
I am at Miss Young's (astronomy one's) table. She is very proper, but very nice. There is a new Lit teacher, Miss Kennedy. Mary has her in Shakespeare. Edith has a Lit. course with Miss B. K. Young and there are seven in the class. In Edith's Greek class there are only two. I should think they might get very well acquainted with Miss Williams. Last semester there were only five in the Latin course, which I took.
This afternoon there is an organ recital. I think it is very restful to listen to Mr. Hammond. Mr. Tucker plays for chapel every morning, as you probably know. One morning he was playing very softly, when suddenly with no warning, he played a loud crashing chord. Some of the girls almost jumped up and most every one smiled. Mr. Tucker blushed, so some of the girls said. I suppose he surprised himself as much as any one else. I liked his playing usually very much. To-morrow night we have a spread in honor of St. Valentine. I hope you will give my love to your aunt and your sister.
Lots of love to you,
Miriam
Feb. 13, 1907.
I should love to hear from you when you feel like writing.