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Saturday morning.
Dear Mother,
Have been having such a time since yesterday noon - good time. The last exam was over favorably, and almost everyone had left for New York, including Doss. I felt absolutely lost at being alone, but decided that it was good for me, so I read and walked alone all afternoon. There the
I am sending an elaborate (?) sketch of the crop, which will give an idea of its beauty. Don’t you think it is artistic?
Too bad about your dinner. It should have been such a nice dinner, too. Anyway, are you not glad that one or two did not accept, and make you fill out another list.
It is a miserable day -- snow and rain and such, and I must go to Town. Monday I am going to get a book, I think
I am not going to mail this until noon -- Think notes come then.
The witching hour has come and gone and nothing has happened!
With love,
Harriett.