Dear Jane:-
Your postal came this morning. Everybody is happy, except that Muriel and Ruby have gone home. They came Thursday instead of Saturday and Ruby couldn't be prevailed on to stay another day.
Ofcourse [sic] Ruby wrote you that I knew nothing whatever about it beforehand. Jo and I had been out on the pond and when I came home Mama and Peg were out in the yard. Mama said she had got worried and sent Peg over to the pond after us once and we showed little sign of coming home. So I went in to get supper and Mama sent me upstairs after her apron. I went up mentally thinking what sillies people were to worry, and walked in to her room and this person rose up out of a chair I screamed because it scared me and then for another reason when I saw it was Ruby.
Well we laughed and talked about a minute and then I dragged her down stairs, without the apron. We talked down there a while and then Mama said I might get that apron. I went back, unsuspectingly and up rose Muriel out of nothingness. The same performance was repeated and then I asked if I should really bring the apron and she said yes. I couldn't help wishing I might go back for it twice more. I was completely dumbfounded, and didn't recover for quite a while.
Ruby took occasion to have cramps dreadfully that night and the next day. Had to have the doctor. Imagine it!
Well the next day we went out on the pond and got forty beautiful white water lilies. Ruby got to feeling worse and worse so that Friday afternoon she went to bed. Muriel and I raced all over town after a doctor and finally got one. He came and gave her something so that he said when I asked him that she could go on a spree Saturday if we wanted to. Saturday morning she didn't feel very spry but she was a lot better, so that Saturday afternoon we went all over Sanborn Seminary, I pointing out memorable spots, such as the Gym stairs, front seat in the main room and so forth.
Then we went down to the library and store and home, all Ruby could stand for one day. Peg has Lucy Squire, a little eleven year old, up here tutoring her for seventh grade, and she was around most of the time. Sunday we got up late and had a pretty uneventful time till six o'clock. The Methodists had an open air meeting and we went. It wasn't as exciting as most of them. Dr. Kemp spoke and none of the old "jumpers" had a chance.
We went to bed. Monday we took lunch over across the pond in the boat, (where I now am, by the way) and stayed till about four o'clock.
All these happenings were of course interspersed with laughing. We nearly killed ourselves one night laughing at tales of Hazel Wilcox and at their effect on Mama. She was scandalized all the time the tears were rolling down her face, she was laughing so.
Tuesday we went to Hampton beach - started about 8:15 and got to the beach at 10:30. We ate lunch on the sand and then listened to a band concert and thus went over to Salisbury Beach on the trolley. It takes about a half hour. We stayed over one car, ate and drank all we could there and everywhere else and then took the 4:30 car for Exeter.
Stopped at a drug store there for college ice and then ambled up to the station. Almost lost our train - Mama met us at East Kingston and took us home.
Sat out in the moonlight that night.
Wednesday it rained but we went out fishing in the morning and in the afternoon made a call and paid the doctor.
After supper Peg and the three of us played whist until eleven. We were doubled up all over the table most of the time - Mama watched and nearly died. She thinks our habit of lieing [sic] to each other so is pernicious. Muriel and I vied with each other all the time. I'd hate to say which beat. Anyway Mama doesn't approve, altho she enjoyed it. She also thinks we say dreadful things to each other.
They had to go at 9:00 this morning. Mama & Jo & I carried them to the station. I hated to see them going dreadfully, but it's only four weeks from Wednesday.
I do wish you and Lucy could have come. Of course you were out of the question and she too as it happened. The only time you are near enough is short vacations and then there's always so much to be done that it's impossible.
Well I'll see you in four weeks. aren't we going to have fun, though. I'm crazy to get back, now. That little taste of college reminded me of what fun it all is.
Think we'll be Juniors next year. It's too bad about your Prom man. Cheer up! It's only the first. I haven't even tried my first and have no idea who my first will be.
I hope this won't seem too abrupt and jagged. Jo and I are out fishing and every once in a while I have to stop & take a fish off the hook. Smell them?
Must write to Lucy now.
Lots of love -
Cricket.P.S. They say Lucy has entirely recovered (just took off a "flat side") from her crush. Isn't she funny?