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I hope your train will be on time. My! It seems too good to be true! Less than two weeks! Margaret came? O.K. last Saturday. I met her at the Mayfair station at a little after 9 in the morning. She brought me 13 lovely fresh eggs and so we had omelette for lunch, besides bread and butter fruit salad and cream pie. Wish you could have had some of everything. She says that Lake Glen Ellyn is going to be drained this summer and the land sold for lots. Isn't that a pity? The place will lose one of its most attractive features in the lake. Just think, no place to skate in winter, either, unless they flood a hollow somewhere. It seems that the owner offered to sell the lake and surrounding land to the town for a park but the inhabitants turned the proposition down, fearing a rise in taxes. We unpacked a small box of books last Sunday, just enough to go in the dining room cupboard. Mostly fiction and essays. It seems good to have them out. George Elliot, Cooper, Emerson, Carlysle Carlyle (that doesn't look right) and various novels. Awfully warm today. Sat out on the grass with the black puss. Heaps of love, Katharine.