Vassar. March 16 ,1873, Dearest Cara, Tonight finding no absolute necessity for studying, and feeling too lazy to go down stairs and hunt up the paper containing accounts of inaugural ceremonies, I will employ my time agreeable, if not very profitably (?) writing to you, dear— As usual I am raging at the weather. It always happens that right after I have been unusually wrathy upon the subject, it becomes quite pleasant and I am conscience-smitten. However I shall not be so again; I have suffered too much with cold for the last two nights. We pile on all our shawls, in addition to the blankets, have the window down but a trifle, a necessity when six are in one parlor, and yet we lie cramped up all night with aching bones. In the morning, just as we are beginning to grow a little warmer, up we must spring, dress in the cold and go about all day, shivering through the Corridors, shaking at the table, fee. The Chapel seems the only really comfortable place. And yet outdoors today the sun was shining brightly and walking was quite enjoyable. But when a large building once gets cold, there seems no driving it away again.
 Sunday. To continue my descourse upon the weather, I can now
record a most delightful day. When I awoke this morning I thought I could
sunlight not possibly be at Vassar. The bright morning was flooding my room which was fragrant with flowers which had been standing there over night. Andall day I have been reminded of our lovely days In Feb. when the whole
grounds are odorous with plum blossoms.
 The air today does not seem in keeping with the deep cover of
snow upon ground. Yesterday Bertha Keffer, a southern girl, and mysef
amused ourselves by making a snow man, about a foot high- We labelled
him 'Lo! the poor Indian,' I and like little children, enjoyed decking him
with green plumes and wands, and sacrilege! we placed a cigar in his
mouth. Today I went to enquire after his health, but ah, where he had
before smiled upon us, nothing now remains but a heap of soft snow. Can
you make a moral for this sad tale?
What an amusing time you all must have had when the roof blew
off! fit I had beea there I think Papa would not have beea able to say that
the gentleman outran all the ladies, for I am not as brave as Texas ought
to be.
Miss Lough, one of my parlor-mates, and myself are reading
aloud "Off the Skelligs," and taking it all in all like it very weU. It has
been so harshly criticised that I wan prepared to be disappointed in it, but not agreeably so, as I have been. Really, I have never had such an easy
time, in regard to study, as this semester. If It were not for essays, it
would all be delightful
 I was all prepared to give you a good scolding, yesterday when your
letter came, and appeased me half as well as a peep at your dear face would
have done. Just think, Carrie, I hope to be at home on your next birthday.
won't that be fine?
Mir lleben sie Drutefi
Geben sie meine JLiebe alleren.
Lovingly
Julie