Dear Mother -
An ideal spring day - warm, with a clear sky - all the clouds pushed, I suppose. I have been studying all day until an hour ago when I went to see Miss [Leach?]. She was not in last week, and today she had an engaged sign up, so I left a note. I stopped at Mary Moores’ on the way back, and she has a
Tomorrow is the Math exam, Tuesday -- Latin, Wednesday -- French and History, Friday -- English. History is the only one which really worries me, and I am spending all my efforts on that. There is going to be a big nervous strain for us all this week, but we have made good resolutions, and expect to come out all right.
It seems to me that you have thought out the best plans for Easter. I have written Miss Roge[t?]. I shall try to “observe the conventions” Mother. Follett, I think, will like Doss all right. They did not see each other longer than five minutes, and as I remember she was not as becomingly dressed as usual.
Doss did mean to speak to you about this summer, but
My riding crop is in the express office. At least there is some package there for me
I made some good fudge the other night under the directions of one of the other girls. Her method has some radical changes in it, as there really seems to be some reason for the success.
Caroline Langdon is going to teach me to [...sto…?] -- at least she is going to try. She is
There has been no skating since last Monday. It would be ideal if it should freeze tonight. We could skate almost anywhere on campus, on account of the puddles.
We went in town yesterday morning and had our hair shampooed. You remember, I wanted to go while you were here, and it has gone until now.
Judge’s last letter gives the news that my chances of winning the bet are practically hopeless. Isn’t that sad? He seems to be sure of [P...g?], and we are of [Carrie?] so I do not see what keeps “something doing electrically” from happening. Do you?
With much love to the darlingest of mothers and fathers,