[No salutation, but written to Nellie Swift]So "the agony has abated" and The Family are triumphant in the assurance of being united next year. You were a dear little duck to let me know "immedjat". It seemed wildly improbable that we should be drawn up in such a tit-tat-toe fashion: I had to read it over again to assure myself then I squealed. I never dreamed of our being able to "get together" in such a body en masse as it were. How did it ever happen that way? It seems too good to be true. I am perfectly satisfied - #36 always seemed even better than most of the rooms along there, - wider, I am sure than dear old #35. How funny to think of Elizabeth in our old room! And is Mary S. really obliged to room with the rest of us? How rich! However, I doubt if September finds her there - she'll wriggle off some place else - with the most copious & best of reasons, of course. I am so glad Nan isn't going to be poked off again; I can hear her say "I think it's pretty nice." Where is Tillie? Did she make herself numerous? Doesn't every body laugh at the way we've captured the corridor? I wish Miss Wood would move! Who else is in that corridor?
Yes, of course you may take the elephant's scarf home. By the way, not all that truck I left on the book shelves is valuable but please save it all as I can't discriminate at this distance & some of it I wouldn't have destroyed for anything. Poor thin! I pity you having to pack for two.
Farewell
Lucy.Wednesday, June 6, 1894.