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April 2nd 1871.
Dear Carrie,
Bessie Hogg aad several other girls have beea in my parlor all
the eveaing singing hymns and have Just gone away as the bell lor silent
time has struck. During the holidays our evening silent time commences
at hall past nine aad lasts until ten minutes ol ten and at ten our lights
must be out. I like this arrangement very much, it is nicer to have a hall
hour of quiet before going to bed.
This alternoon I have beea reading such a alee little story, it is
called "One day's weaving" and is almost as interesting as "Little Women."
I intend to
better than the book by Miss F helps that we read. Have I aever written
you that I do not write compositions ? I think I have done so. The reasoa
is that I have never studied Rhetoric before coming here. Please keep
your pity for another year, so much will be expected Irom us when we are
as
Freshmen, aad you know as wellAI do that I cannot write a composition. I
would not say so i! it were not the real truth, for I do aot weat to conless
my deficiency in brains. U you say aaything snore about my being the
it
smart one ol the family I shall not like. The reasoa that X was seat here
A
was because I knew so much less than the others. So you think that
because we are colleglates, we do not think ol eating. What do you
we live upon? I never had such an appetite as I have here and you know
that mine was never very small. The principal articles ol food are cracked
wheat, hominy and brown bread* I can't endture the first, the smell almost
makes me sick* It is said to be very good for brain work* Very likely
the reason X am failing in that respect Is because I never eat any wheat
prepared in this tempting manner. Hominy I begin to like and make my
dinner of it when that meal consists of mutton, brown bread, pan t? ,
potatoes, sad dates* Eggs are plenty now and they give us custard pie, and
eggs for breakfast very often*
I do not like to send you a letter with one unwritten page but I wish
to send this in the morning's mail and if I do so must seal in a moment or
it will be too late. Your very loving sister*
Julie
iJulia M. Pease, 'f5,