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My dear Mother, —
That Is the first time I have written 1895. How queer it seems! I am just going to write you a few lines this morning, to go on the nine oclock mail, if possible.
I got a letter from Mary MacColl yesterday, telling me that she cannot come back to college for the rest of this year. She was not well all summer and really was not strong enough to come in September, but she prevailed upon them to let her. She is very nervous, and has something the matter with her back - they were afraid of curvature of the spine. We are very, very sorry that she cannot come back, for she is a splendid
Time is flying so, I do wish we had two or three weeks more. There is so much that I should like to do. I have spent most of the vacation in being lazy-
I sent those flannels home because I did not need them. They are the ones I left here last year. The smaller one I have not
If you send Horace's Satires I will be very glad. Does Lou want Cicero's De Senectute before the end of January? I will be using one till then, but if she wants it before, I will send it to her, and use Mary's for the rest of the time. The trigonometry that I sent they do not use here, so I could not sell it. I sent Lou my old fountain pen Monday. I hope she will get it all right. If she cannot make it write at first tell her to screw off the piece that the pen is in, and pour water through
I have made a pair of bedroom slippers which I intend to give you for your birthday, but I have concluded to send them now so that you will have the benefit of them during this winter. You so often walk around the house early in the morning, or at night, that I thought you might make a good deal of use of a pair. And you can wear them to bed on very cold nights, to keep your feet warm. When you wear these out, I will make you another pair. I will send these today.
We watched the Old Year out on Clarence's birthday.- four girls and myself. Then as it was too late to go over to Strong they all came up and slept here.
There is going to be a candy pull tonight, for all the girls here - and I suppose it will be lots of fun.
With love to all,
Adelaide. [Claflin]