Ellen Axson Wilson to Jessie Woodrow Wilson Sayre

Your delightful was duly received and keenly enjoyed—every word of it. I was very much relieved too that conditions were not as bad as I had feared. I was charmed to hear of the horse-back lesson I hope you have taken more of them; it is fine that you are doing so well at it.
I fear you could not give so good an account of the last few days. It has been very here and must have been awful in the cities. Here we have generally had some breeze, and today is fine—so far—8.45 A.
M.—Your father has just started to N.
Y. again,—to return tomorrow at noon. Mr. Robinson has just arrived last night,—Mr. & Mrs Marin on Saturday. That is all the household at present except ourselves and the three young artists. Two women came Saturday and left yesterday in disgust,—to our immense relief; for we had decided at first sight that they did not in the least belong here. They, with two others, came last week in an automobile from Hartford at lunch time. After luncheon gave a cursory and uninterested glance about the house and sat down instantly to playbridge until time to start back. They were exactly like vipers,—miserable until they got their drink. So there is general rejoicing at their departure,—Miss Florence being the most elated of all. Sad to relate they are Virginians too,—one a Mrs. Cabell.
Remember dear, that the last train from New York to Lyme leaves 42nd St. at three P.
M. reaching here at 6.30. A much better one leaves N.
Y. at 1.02 P.
M. & gets here about four. You can make that easily from Phila. so I we will meet that on Friday if we hear nothing to the contrary. How glad I shall be to get you back! I am almost counting the hours!—I hope, dear, you will not make any promises for next winter—yet,—to go to the New York Training School for instance. The fall will be early enough to settle those matters.
But I must get to work or the morning will be lost. All here send dearest love. All are perfectly well. I think your father looks remarkably well & bright. With love inexpressible, I am, my darling,