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Oct. 30, 1873.
My dear Cara,
Last week I was either too busy or lazy to write to you on Wednesday, so no letter was sent you, and last night I debated some time the
question whether to write you a letter or to write my essay. Finally I
decided that my duty called me to the latter. Looked at my paper and
pencil point for some time without accomplishing much, and now think
the time might have been as profitably spent In writing you. This essay,
by the way, is the bane of
sealed and the only course left us was to bear our fate like noble Vassarites Choice of subjects was left to us, but I, with many others preferring not to choose for myself, went to Truman J. and demanded something to place at the top of my sheet of composition note. Immediately he said, "I want you to write upon Sam Houston, do you know much about him?" Meekly I answered "yes." Do you like him, "yes." Then you can make an interest ing essay about him. Sadly I departed, knowing
I can think of no better way of trimming the skirt of your black
dress than to
How Is Papa's bank getting on and have you seen his Cashier yet?
Papa must hare been exceedingly busy for some time past, organising
the bank while he had an important case en hand.
Mr. Baker's death seems so sudden and sad. Do you remember
his saying, the last time he was out at our house, that he never expected
to have so pleasant a summer again as this one had been, and that in his
life he had had few pleasanter ones ?
I am going to paint in watercolers some this year, and
Professor comes out every day new, although his ankle pains him
a good deal and he walks quite lame. It Is very wrong In him to use it so
soon after the sprain, as it will make it last much longer, but he is like
most men, obstinate, and cannot be persuaded to remain at home. He
knows that nothing could go on in the Art Gallery without him, and so of
course
Accept the greatest amount of love from your loving sister.