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June 22. 1874
My dear Carrie,
Having plenty of sparse time from now on, I begin a letter to you,
my dear and will keep It In band perhaps until our festivities are over.
I look forward to them with very little pleasure, for there is a great
sameness after having seen these affairs twice. I have been to take a
look at the frog, dear Aggie, and I find it is my last, for the poor thing
will never breathe again. Us little eyes are glazed and its body is stiff,
and we know that is not "playing possum," as It frequently does. Did I
tell
Trenton Falls, June 28.
Until today I have had no time to finish this letter, and even now I feel very little like it. This afternoon some of the girls are going to make a second trip up to the falls, but I feel more like remaining In the house and trying to keep cool, which latter is no very easy task! To say that we have had a glorious time
the hope of leaving soon - You will want to know why this is, and if so
I why go, I presume, and I will try and explain. Lillie Lewis most
persons think a very charming person, and so I suppose should I, but
really we are not congenial. She is one of these quiet soft little persons,
apparently yielding and unselfish, yet with a will of her own and a way of
her own which seldom agree with mine, and I being unhappy unless having
my own way, you see the difficulty. I don't knew why, but she was very
desirous that I should visit her at the same time Bird Bell did, thinking
that you
longer than Monday of next week (the 6th) and perhaps not so long.
Our trip would take me so long to describe that I will not attempt
it, merely stating that we went safely over some very hasardous places,
and saw wonderful sights, leaving the remainder to copious notes taken for
the benefit of the absent, and the October number of the Miscellany In which on account will appear, written by Emma Clark The
falls are wonderful, the house well kept, and the proprietor, Mr. More, the
most obliging and kindest of men. This morning he took us, at his own
expense, three
of a Geologist and all the family are musical. A pipe organ is in one of
the rooms, a grand piano in another, and a square in still another. Wo
sing hymns for his benefit in the evenings, the organ being played by
young Mr. Denny, a boarder, and a most curious specimen of the genus
homo. Twenty two years old, he is not bigger than a child of ten, wears
glasses and talks in the most proper manner. Fan & I talked to him for
some time thinking him a boy of sixteen. When seated at the organ his
feet do not touch the floor. I am getting to warm to write more at
present, so good-bye. Heed not