My dear old chum
You certainly are doing your duty by me, in the letter line and all I can say is that I am sorry for the rest of your correspondents. I am so glad you appreciate my epistles, very few people fo.
On Friday a party of us went to [Sconset?], started at nine, had dinner there and then drove on to [Sankaty?] Head and went up into the lighthouse. [I’ve?] been to Sankaty Head a great many times, but had never before been up and I never care to go again. I am as lame as any old man with the gout. The heads of the stairs are one foot high and there are fifty nine of them, bu when you get up [the…?] the view is grand, and I was also much
Didn’t I tell you that Fred [Sa…?] was a Saratoga [youth?] and quite “some”! He is very pleasant and agreeable for an acquaintance, but I don’t want any man [round?] for a certainty. Certainly not the aforesaid. He certainly seemed quite struck and has given considerable evidence of it, since
Yesterday I had a very pretty note from Miss Church at [...]. She wrote that Professor Braislin’s mother was very ill and that Dr. and Mrs. Caldwell were with her. Also that so far this summer she had trotted up and down stairs with 900 visitors. I don’t envy her, that part, of it at all.
I presume Ella [Vassar?] thought you [knew?] all about her and had told me and in that
Now my dear girl, don’t set your heart on my coming to visit you next [summer?]. You know my will I should enjoy nothing better but I very much fear that it will be among the impossibilities and I don’t want you to be disappointed.
My family are all [in?] [love?]
My black silk was mended [...ay?] [...ily?]. I wore it out [calling?] the [other?] [evening?] and I wish you could have seen it when I got home, I worked on it all the next forenoon and it is quite respectable now. Dust clear to the waist and thick yellow dust too. It was awful and I shant wear it again on such an occasion. Miss Abbott ‘81 came last Wednesday and is visiting at Sara Yardman’s, but I guess you didn’t meet her. She is a friend of Dr. [Gerand’s?] in Po’keepsie.
My dear you must excuse this dreadful scrawl but I am feeling real sick
Caroline F Griffith