March 3. 1895.
My dear Papa,*
I have just used up my last sheet ol writing paper, so I will
write on my pad for a while*
I must tell you the first thing that the money came all right, and
on good time, Thursday * and 1 paid the bill immediately. I am very
much obliged for the extra "change", too. It fills up my pocketbook quite
nicely* It has been a beautiful day today* very sunshiny * a contrast to
yesterday and the day before, when it snowed all day. But yet I was glad
to see the snow, for the old snow had grown rather dirty and hard. The
snow does not disappear entirely here, the way It does at home, before
spring- From the first snowfall to the last the ground keeps covered all
over.
Ray and Carrie and I went to town together to the Presbyterian
Church* Belle stayed at home with a headache. Carrie is a Presbyterian,
and so we usually go all together to that church- The minister Dr.Wheeler,
has been the pastor of It for about fifty years, I think, aad he is a very old
man. There is a young assistant, but Dr. Wheeler almost always preaches-
Dr. Taylor is sick- has been for two or three days- there seems to be a
good deal of the grippe about-
There are-were two sisters here named Hill, and a cousin by the
same name. One of the sisters was sick in the Infirmary with the grippe,
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and as she had been sick a great deal this year, her mother came here
to take her home. But as soon as her mother reached here she caught
the grippe, and was put in the Infirmary too. At the same time the cousin
was In there with the grippe. The Infirmary only holds four, —(except
the wing and the contagion room). The other Hill sister at the same time
had a cold, and Mrs* Kendrick told her not to dare to let it develop into
the grippe, for they could not afford to give the Infirmary up entirely to
the Hills!"
Tomorrow night the President is going to announce the honors-
given to the girls in the Senior class- so when I write next week who they
are, you can find their names in the Catalogue which I mailed home yester-
day- I had forgotten that I had not sent one home, till Lou mentioned it
in her last letter. I am glad Clarence has a guitar - I shall expect him
to play me some nice tunes when I come home. Lovingly Adelaide.
(Claflin,