Eleanor Randolph Wilson McAdoo to Jessie Woodrow Wilson Sayre

I am so sorry that I didn't get a chance to write to you yesterday. I don't seem to be able ever to write more than one letter on Sundays. I am sure I don't know why either, because I have plenty of time. But yesterday I was feeling sort of bum and headachey and so I lay down on the bed and before I knew it it was time to get ready for afternoon chapel.
You don't know how overjoyed I was to get your dear letter. Oh, Detty! how much I love your letters and how they cheer me up and make me happier! But oh, they make me long so much to see you my own sister. I love you so muchWe have been having a very distressing time here. One of the teachers, Miss Spurlock, died on Friday night, and it was especially pitiful since her only relative, a sister didn't get here oin time. We have all felt dreadfully about it, as we all liked her so much.
Isn't it dreadful about Aunt Lou? I am so sorry for dear Mother and for Tantchen. Don't you wish we had known her too? She must have been so lovely. We have just heard from the man who is going to make our frat. pins (You know they are going to be different. We have wanted them changed for a long time) He is going to make them with whole pearls for only eight dollars. Don't you think that is rather cheap? Didn't yours cost much more? I am simply wild for one. They are going to be just darling!I am afraid that there is hardly anything interesting to tell youIsn't it funny? I have just discovered at the end of the letter that I didn't write on this page! I'm crazy! But please don't mind. I'm sorry the letter isn't as long as it looks