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April 5, 1873.
Dearest Carrie,
Every day this week I have been disappointed in not receiving a
letter from you, for this is the second week since any letter has come
from you, dear, and I cannot understand why it is so. Tonight after com-
ing from a busy afternoon in Po'keepsie I was told a letter was awaiting
me, but sad was I to find it was only from one of my last year parlormates.
Everyone is rejoicing now
At last, at last the printed affair concerning Trig, has been received. It has been very nicely done, and I suppose most of the girls are exceedingly delighted at the printing of the
H ave you read "Off the Skelligs" by Jean Ingelow? I liked it so well
that I want to own the book, so shall get it the next time I go in town, and if you like will send it to you to read.
I don't believe you can imagine half the desire I feel to be at home
again. It seems as if the time for starting would never come, and as is
always the case when looking forward to some great pleasure, I can scarcely
realize that
comes up to me so vividly; I see you all moving about so naturally that
sometimes I shut my eyes and try to push away the picture, it makes me
so Impatient. Next Thursday our vacation begins. I think never were girls
much gladder than we to see the trunks brought up today, and to hear the
talk about packing. We who remain at College expect to enjoy ourselves,
in a quiet way, about as much as those who go; of course, excepting those
who go home-————
I must stop writing for tonight now, though perhaps in the morning
I may write