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and then I go to bed all alone (for I had rather than sleep with Helen), and dream about you all. But some times I dream bad dreams and then I wake up and think till morning. Last night I saw you all in my dreams. But Abby do I beg you be careful when you go up and down stairs, for I dreamed that you tumbled down and I felt so bad that I tumbled down too. I was dreadfully alarmed. I have become some acquainted here there have several people called here and some in my school. I have had a call from Mr. Groves the High School teacher and an invitation to visit his school. I have had a call from Miss Lyman Watkins, the lady that Mrs. Fiske boarded with. She appeared very well. I have not been any where except to Mr. Jacksons and to church. I had an invitation to attend a "theatrical" at Dr. Kitredge's but I thought it best not to go. I have attended meeting a half day each Sabbath since I came. Dr. Ingersoll of Keene preached the first Sabbath. Rev. Dr, Henry W. Bellows of N.Y. the second and Rev. Mr. Myers the third. He preaches next Sabbath. I think I shall like Mr. Jacksons family well. Mrs. Jackson makes me think of Mrs. James some and Harriette of Louisa. I go there pretty often and she here. Last Wednesday we walked all round ever so far. Had a fine time. She gave me a little inkling into the character of the people here. I guess I shall walk in my own path for the present. Oh Abby what had I better do about my fall bonnet? Have my Florence dressed over or trim my thin straw? Write and tell me what you are going to wear. Miss Jackson inquires all about my folks and wants I should write home a good story so you and Charles will come up here. I showed her my miniatures one day - and I shan't tell all she said about them - but one thing she said that Charles was the handsomest man she had seen --made me carry them down to her mother and we had quite a talk about my brothers. I tell you Abby our brothers are something to be proud of - Oh! dear Abby I can't talk much more here good night - always love your dear sister Mary