I guess you will have to stop expecting your letter on Tuesday morning, and centre your hopes for my wonderful productions on Tuesday evening, or Wednesday morning, for something always happens these days to interfere with my writing on Sunday. Yesterday evening I went to church as Dr Richards of the Brick Church was going to preach. He preached a most wonderfully inspiring and moving sermon.
I am simply wild to hear about the rushing. Do drop me a line before pledge day telling meas to what to hope for. Dear little Jetty I hope that you still have hope for Dorothy, or if you haven't, that it will not ruin your happiness for long. I mean that I want your junior year to be a happy one, and I hope that you will find that Dorothy is not crushed as much as you expect her to be. Let us hope that it will all turn out for the best.
I have been having a bully time this week. Have had seven callers, three of whom I missed, however. Mr Spaeth is so nice. He came Thursday evening, and we did have such fun together! Friday night I went to Miss Wyckoff's to dinner which I enjoyed as much as my nerves would let me. I was too tired to be free from bothers. Friday before the dinner, to go back-wards, I received with Mother and Mr Miles a very nice preceptor called, and Mr Koren whom I forgot to include among the number of callers. Friday at lunch I was over at Mrs Cleveland's. She gave a luncheon to Annis Stockton. Saturday was without excitement except that three men tried to take me home from choir practice. Mr Kellog won out, but did not have time to come in and sing as usual.
Yesterday, while I was at Sunday school, a Mr Hutson calledThen, afer I came home, Halsey Sommers and Mr Cunningham, my partner at the Elm club dance came. I gave them afternoon and had a most delightful time with them. I forgot to mention the other two I missed. Mr R and Mr Bliss, the two of the seven that I would have preferred to miss, rather than any other two. I have no idea when Aunt Margaret is coming. She has not let us into the secret yet. I wish she would stay until Christmas. I just know that all my callers will go over to her, and I am selfish to feel that way, but I can't help it. Please don't show this letter to anyone, not on your life.
Oh Jetty I wish I knew what spirits you are in while I write. Please send me a telegram C.O.D. after the pledging, for I can't wait for a letter.Oh! I didn't tell you about the Carnegie celebration did I? The day was a perfect success every way. I am so glad that I came home, for it for I enjoyed the morning so much. The boys began the exercises by singing the song about the lake, which pleased Carnegie down to the bottom.
Then they cheered for him. Mr Carnegie then spla spoke very well, and very amusingly then Father gave the most graceful little speech, in which every one thought that he actually out-did himself. It was lovely. Mrs Carnegie had tears in her eyes, as she listened to it. She is simply charming, so natural and sweet, and dear. After Father's speech the boys sang Old Nassau & cheered Carnegie again. He was so crazy about the boys' singing and cheering, that he couldn't talk about anything else all day hardly. He thought Old Nassau was the finest thing he ever heard. He sang the last verse himself, waving his arms frantically. He is a most insignificant looking man. I am as tall as he. He is a vain little man, and a flatterer. His only sentence to me was a compliment The luncheon went off well, and afterwards the party enjoyed the drive around the lake. I, alas, didn't go with them on that. The lake was frozen while he was here, and he was so pleased to see the boys skating and playing hockey on it already. One boy fell in as Mr Carnegie passed.
With piles & piles of love for your darling self & the girls, I am,Your loving sister