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April 19. '74
My dear Carrie,
All the girls in my parlor are writing letters, and now after
rummaging about and trying to put my room in order I must follow suit
and scribble off some two or three letters. One of my parlor mates
Sallie Lydecker has been changed into another room, and we have a Miss Loomis in her place, This young lady has a sister who graduated here since I have been at the College. They are Binghamton girls and know the Cary's of that place, though they are not acquainted with Aunt. She seems a pleasant girl, whom I presume we will
nice room on my corridor, a room formerly used for a teachers room.
Fan's roommate had either asthma or consumption and her mother has
not thought that Fan, who is not very strong, should room with such a
person. Within the last week there have been three snow-storms, but
from the aspect of nature today I think the spring has decided to favor us
with some few bright k sunny days again. Some crocuses and violets and
even hyacinth are In blossom in the garden, showing us that we must soon
assume our duties as "gardeneresses". If you and Mamma come North
this summer you must be sure and get one of these large ferneries and
take home some hot-house ferns and plants to put in it, in addition to our
native ones. And tall Mamma that the long-talked of side-board can be
selected when you are in New York. There are so many pretty things
one wants for the house, and money does not grow on bushes,
Will send you tomorrow, "Arthur Bunney , castle", which I think very
gocd. The school, "The Bird's Nest" in the book is taken from real life.
There is just such a school, called the "Gunnery" from the name of the
Principal, in Conn. Mr. Gun's daughter was here one year and Harry Raymond has been there as scholar. It is considered a most delightful place for young boys. I believe a son of Holland went there a year or so ago. Then I send a little pronouncing vocabulary, which we Vassarites consider
"Oh, for wings to fly", not "over the dark blue sea", but away South to the dear home folk, where to stay only a week would be bliss. Remember me to George, how funny for
to laugh so much at him, he w a j not at all brilliant, and exceedingly slow to see jokes. I suppose as Sothern said of himself, I could ramble on for an hour, but think you would not care to wade through more pages of this newsless letter.
Dearest good-bye,
Julia