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My ch£re petite Abble-
Blble class is over! and we are once more left
to "our own devices and desires." And while I'm here, think I will tell A
that is a change in these classes.— The seniors, juniors and all the
oldest girls recite to Prof. Knapp Saturday morning— The President
says he must have a class and he says that he won't and can't come out
Sundays so they are obliged to retite immediately after chapel Saturday-
Profs. Farrar and Tenney also have their classes as of old. There are
remaining besides there three a hundred young ladies belonging to none.
So they take said ladles, divide them into ten classes, and put ten teachers
over them all— I happen to be among those unclassed ones, so I was put
she wished to be introduced. She said:- "Yes that one with lavender kids, and necktie"- So she obtained the required introduction, and this gentleman was Mr. Charles Dunning of Brooklyn- They danced together the whole evening, and she thought he was very nice— Do you know that Kittie Sawyer is dead? She died of Typhoid Fever about two weeks before school commenced. It seems so sad that such a bright, lively girl should be taken, and one who seemed to enjoy life so well— I remember the last time that I saw anything of her was that evening she came to see you and Carrie— Last
of her as last year— Do you correspond? I am very glad to hear that
"Josie B" is constant. May he never transfer his affections. I must tell
you- Fred Wilcox is at home—and though he has been here two months, I have
not seen him, and he Is going to South America again. They say that he is a
splendid looking fellow- What a horrible time you had getting home.
Oct. 12, 1866 -3
I heard my little Abble turned a certain young gentleman's head with her
rosy checks and bright eyes, but of course I musn't "tell tales out of
school?*- I don't like 91- half as well as I did 87- and I wish we were
back more than forty times a day. Please
Mr. I suppose I should say—and tell him that he is very unkind to plague
you, but he may scribble over any letters you send me if he chooses, and
you needn't apologise for his mischief and fun loving spirit- I like to hear
from him— Prof. Tenney took seme girls on an expedition to the town
yesterday— Don't you wish you could see him?— Now don't make fun
of this letter, but think how lonely this Convent Is, and how nice letters
are - So shake up a lively reply, and accept much love from-
(Frances Elisabeth Brown, spec.
To Abigail L. Slade, spec. '65-66