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My dear Mother,
I have just finished a letter to Evie and feel completely written out but I guess the best way will be to make this a repetition of hers. I shall be delighted to see Pappa next Friday week and if my examinations are over by that time, will be able to show him around my self, if not a guide will take care of him, and he may hear any recitations that he likes except of course mine, that I protest against, but I hope all mine will be over by Thursday night.
The French teacher gave a lecture In Chapel on Wed evening about "France of to day", she made France out a perfect nation, and a perfect
Last week was fall of events we had two concerts, the first the last [prep?] one of the season, and was consequently very good, all the finest performers of the college took part, the second which took place yesterday after noon, was a private one
On Thursday Miss Terry gave out in the dining room that the cadets from R would [crossed out: g... their] drill in front of the College, and she wished the young ladies, as she always dubs us "to look at them from the windows and not to show themselves on the grounds". It was a very novel sight to me and consequently I enjoyed it very much, but it did seem strange to see those great big men salute their commander who could not have been more than sixteen or eighteen, and who was evidently fully alive to his importance
I had a letter from Mame Evans yesterday, she said that perhaps Cousin Louise would go to P. with me, but I am afraid either want of clothes or of a girl will prevent her.
I had intended writing to Hugh
We had some delightful strawberry shortcake with ice cream on it twice last week, but that is the only time we have seen them. Evie writes that she revels in them at Washington, it seems to me they revel in every thing there, even have a horse and carriage again. I believe this is all the news, lessons are about as usual, we generally get up an hour or more before the bell rings, it is so much easier to study early in the morning.
It strikes me that this letter is rather mixed up, I think I had better number the pages. Good bye.
Your loving Daughter
[Mary E. Gaston, ex-'78]
Dont for pity's sake dont let Pappa change his mind I have set
I hope you are taking it easy this warm weather.