Margaret Woodrow Wilson to Jessie Woodrow Wilson Sayre
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How are you feeling now dearie, are you entirely rested? Dear me it will be over three weeks before I see you again. Sweet little Jetty, I would be desperately homesick for you if I didn't have theose occasional glimpses of you in Baltimore.Princeton has been very quiet the last few days. Wednesday night we had a very nice dinner, Mr Ty Mr Basore, Mr Richards, Mr all Mr von Huch and Adeline and Mildred.
All the men were musical and they and I afforded the amusement of the evening. Next Wednesday night we are going to have another dinner party, which I will tell you about later. Thursday night Mrs Armour is giving a very queer party, she has invited 80 people to adinner and a dance afterwards We are all curious as to how she will mannage a dinner of eighty people.Caroline and Nell are coming on Saturday. Mother says couldn't you possibly mannage to come up for the dance? We are all so crazy to have our dear little Jetty at the first President's dance ever given in Prospect. Will you won't you come to the dance?This letter is even worse of a scribble than all my proeceeding letters but I hope you can make it out.
We are going to have a party for the girls when they come and cook on the chafing dishes. Oh of course you know that already don't you? I wish you were going to be here, darling.Nellie will tell you all about herself—we are all so happy because the doctor was so very pleased at the appearance of her wound. I wish we could keep the darling with us until next Fall.
I hope this letter will reach you tomorrow morning. I had to go to church last night to sing, and was too tired to finnish a letter to you afterwards. Dicky Greene preached! But really he was not as bad, in fact a good deal better, than Mr Peach. Adeline is back from Boston where she went to see the doctor who was not at all pleased with her condition. He found her in a worse condition than last year, so she is to go now to the library only until half past one. Then most afternoons we are going to take long walks. I am sorry she is sick, but I am so happy because I am to see more of her. If she does not get better the doctor threatens to stop her work altogether. I don't hope she won't get better, but I hope that the whole thing will end in her leaving the library, and she does too, between you and me. Give my best love to all my friends and keep loads for yourself x x x x x x x kisses from
Margaret.