My dear Mollie:
I have wished today that I should be at home and have a real Sunday once more. Sundays here are not so very different from other days. After silent time we had our Bible class which was quite interesting and then I dressed for chapel and finished a letter to Lillie. A gentleman from [...] preached today on the “communion of saints.” I believed all he said about it, but I did not like the way he talked about it very well. After dinner I took my half hour walk, and as it was muddy on most of the paths, and all the girls had on their best clothes you might have seen quite an array of Vassar beauty and fashion promenading
She departed, and after getting the necessary things, Miss D. escorted me up stairs. Miss [Eddy?], she [...], met me at the door, and marched me solemnly into a room and told me to lie down, and then went away. The room was dark, and I could hear other girls breathing around me [crossed out: each] and lay there shaking with laughter, until Miss Eddy returned. She soon had me tucked up in bed, with a bottle of hot water to my feet, and
Polly, I am afraid I am getting selfish here. I don’t love the girls as much as I ought. I get so tired of them, seeing them in such [masses?] that it is hard work to love them. I have been discontented and cross today. I forgot that God has put me here and I ought to do all the good I can. I do keep the rules, and do right as well as I can, but I fear I am too solemn about it, and do not act as if I enjoyed the Christian life much. It is so very hard, Polly, not to have some one you can talk to about Christ whenever you want to. I do so long to have Eli to room with me and sympathize with me in every thing. It is hard work to see so many people, and make allowances for their different
Next Thursday is Thanksgiving Day, and it will seem so strange not to be at home. Then pretty soon Christmas will come, and I expect Frank, Myra and I will have a nice time together. I should like to go home Christmas, then the year would not seem very long, but I may as well make up my mind to stay here until June. I mean to take up my work more cheerfully tomorrow, there is no sense in grumbling because everything does not really suit me. Sometimes I find it hard in silent time to fix my thoughts where I want them, because I am so busy all the time that thoughts of other things will rush in. Pray for me that I may not be swallowed up in the great [whirl?] of life here, but keep my thoughts steadily fixed on Christ, and be brave and cheerful in my duties. [crossed out]. I forget too often that I can go to Christ with every thing, when
I will write to Lucy and Nellie as soon as possible, but I can not find a moment’s time except on Sunday. Please remember to give ever so much love to Miss Allison, and tell her I am just longing to write to her. It would do me a morsel of good to see that woman. I have not told you half I want to, but I must close.
Your loving sister,
Polly, I guess you are my Sunday sister, because I like to write to you better than any one else on that day.