203 Josselyn Hall -
Mother, dear -
As usual, I start my letter with “There is little to say that would interest you” - but I must tell you about a caller we had Sunday. Florence was writing a theme, Alfreda Mosscrop and Bertha Leslie were on the window seat writing letters and Margaret Armstrong, our class president, and I were sprawled out on the couch. I was reading Jane Austen’s “Pride and Prejudice” for English work. The room was quiet as it could be except when somebody’s spoon jingled on the saucer of their tea-cup. In the midst of our quiet little Sunday afternoon party came a knock at the door and Miss Cooley, a Physics instructor came in when we called “Come.” She
I had a very nice note from Mrs. Murdoch last week asking me to come down as soon as I cared to, and as often. Betty Ralston spent the week-end at college and Sunday Evening she was over here to see our room. It is the envy of Everybody in college just about and I don’t wonder in the least for it certainly is attractive.
I had to play in class
It is getting very homey here in Josselyn now although as yet the bells aren’t in working order. We are called to meals by a maid’s banging on a dish-pan much as the method used in the Windsor Hotel and just about as musical. We hope to be belled through [within] a few days - the men were at work on them today.
I see quite a lot of Helen Shaw - she is very tall
I must stop now and g.b. a letter from Margery today tells me you’re not feeling well - I do hope you’re all right by this time. I certainly was glad to get Margery’s letter and will answer it soon.
Pardon my letter-paper; it happens to be all I possess just now.
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Mrs. B.O. Tilden
291 Westminster Road
Brooklyn, New York