Glencarlyn, Virginia.
April 27 '07Dear Jane:
Home again and dear old Virginia - and it seems mighty good too. There's only one thing about it, Virginia's the place to live, isn't it? It was mighty interesting to watch the trees and fields growing greener all the way down, and I felt like shouting for joy when I saw the first fruit tree in full bloom. We have had exceedingly hot weather, but last night a thunder storm cleared the atmosphere somewhat, and today it is pretty chilly out. Is it as lovely up your way as you were hoping? I expect we will jump right into spring and summer soon and then it will be lovely.
This trip of mine certainly has been fine only it has left me with a desire for more. I've got it into my head that I want to go to Simmons next year. My! I wish I could. I certainly did have a glorious time both in college and in Boston, so I should like to try and combine the two next year. The trouble is that Jamie has set his heart on going to college year after next and I certainly don't see how four of us could go. Leland says that if I want to go next year, he would stay out rather that [sic] have me stay home. Still I shouldn't feel like doing that after he worked so hard to get into Stevens. We could have such good times if I could be in Boston. You could come perhaps for a vacation, and there's such a lot to see in Boston that we could make an Easter or Christmas vacation very valuable. (Mother says she doesn't think I could come home Christmas! At any rate I'm going to keep this in mind and work towards it. I've already been counting up what clothes I'll need.
I wish youd [sic] see if you can't persuade some of the girls to come down here this summer. We could have such a jolly time, and I'd so like to have the people down here meet them. By the way I havn't [sic] written Cricket yet. She seemed harder to get acquainted with than the others, so I didn't feel as if she'd care to correspond with me. How's the little girl who comes on Sundays. Does she still come, or does Cricket have time now and then to take a Sunday afternoon walk.
Please tell the girls that they must begin saving up ghost stories for the next time we get a chance to sleep six on the floor. I certainly hope the [sic] Muriel got well rested up and Ruby over her sore throat during Easter. Love to every one of them from your loving friend
Margaret [Plant]