My dear dear Carrie
I imagine that when you wrote last you had not received my letter written last Sunday. I hope it has not gone astray for I assume it was valuable. This past week Miss Whitney, the music teacher has been here. I did not hear of it until last Thursday. I called on her immediately and [...ed?] to have been able to show her some attention, but she went today, as the friend with whom she came was summoned home by her mother’s death. She told me that Mrs. Backus was suffering from a cancer, which she had had for several years and that she had an operation performed [upon?] [...] so she
Indeed I did receive the [head?] [fixing?] and thanked you for it in my last. I think it is very pretty indeed and had an opportunity to wear it last Friday night. Not a word [that?] any of the teachers - in - [e...bry…s?] heard [from?]
I meant to have finished and sent this Monday but Sunday evening I had callers, and last evening I was out with Henry [Wy…?] -- you remember he is the one who came to Vassar this spring. As usual he has come down without his wife. She always
Ella Gardner of ‘77 is to return to Vassar next year as a [post?] to take Professor Backus’ department. I am anxious to know how [...ightly?] she will [thrive?] in Rhetoric.
Tomorrow evening and all day Thursday, the Unitarians have a fair and I am going to help Lib [Defing?] at the refreshment table and expect to have a very jolly time.
I presume you will be in Meadville when this letter reaches you but as I did not know your address there, I am obliged to direct as normal.
Caroline F. Griffith.