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Dec. 23. 1894.
My dear Mother, —
Vacation is really here, and I am enjoying it ever so much. It is so quiet and restful. Almost all of the girls who went, did so by Friday noon. The girls take their vacations from the very minute^ Recitations ended at 11:20 on Friday, and inside of five minutes one or two hundred girls were off for the 11:52 train. Most of the girls who went north or west managed to get off on the 11:16 train. Some girls went as far as Louisville, others to Kansas, and one girl even went to Colorado Springs. This is a day of fast traveling- I suppose you have seen
It was all I had time to get, and I am sorry I could not make something for each of you. But I hope you will have a good Christmas anyway. Of course I would like awfully to be with you-but I will see you all in June.
I sent your picture as you asked me to, so that you can send me another one.
Ray said she would probably be over to see you Wednesday- she can ride on the crosstown railway, can't she? That will make it very convenient to go from our house to hers. Tell Katharine Dunham that I remembered her leaving her palm in her room, so I got one of the girls over at Strong to take it to her own room
I am enthusiastic now about going to New York. When I found ^out how little it would cost I thought it would be all right, but I did not want to spend fifteen dollars. Ellen and I have talked about going and staying three days and two nights, at the same time that the other girls go, who are going to stay a week. What makes me want to go the most is that if we do, we will go to hear "the Messiah". We will probably have trip tickets to New York, which will cost a dollar each way, then I understand that it costs only forty cents for us [crossed out] to stay over night in the Margaret Louisa Home, two in a room. There is a restaur
We have to go over to Strong Hall for all our meals, as they are putting a new floor in the dining-room here. All the chairs and tables are
There is a poor little Freshman here this vacation, who has gotten homesick and melancholy this year, more than any girl I ever saw. Her name is Edith Jones, and she sits at our table. Friday afternoon she went down town and back three times, just to keep herself occupied- She doesn't know at all how to make herself happy or contented with any circumstances, poor little thing! She has been a great friend all her life with "Little Lord Fauntleroy"— Vivian Burnett, Mrs. Frances Hodgson Burnett's son. If they were not aged eighteen and nineteen respectively, and
Gertrude Smith and Marion Schibsby (don't be afraid of that name! Marion is a Dane by birth) are going to have a Christmas tree in Marion's room, and invite Ellen and two other girls and me to come to it tomorrow evening. I will write about it afterwards. They are going to trim it up.
Merry Christmas to All.
Family
Neighbors
and
Friends,
and God bless you every one.
Lovingly
Adelaide. [Claflin]