We went into Boston this morning, starting at 8.26 and getting back at lunch time. Since lunch I have been resting, for it turned out a hot day and I reached home very tired; so now I write hurriedly before dressing for dinner.
I did not find any antique sideboards large enough, but I went to two places where they make perfectly lovely reproductions; better than Aimones or anything we saw in New York. They will both send you drawings and the one from “Bowker” with four columns, price $223.00, I hope you will seriously consider. It is the same thing only better that Aimones offered for $268.00, and that Flint was to send us a drawing of. I think Bowker's is the most artistic place I have been to. I should say he bears the same relation to all the New York ones that Caproni does to Castellvechi in casts. He doesn't keep the large pieces in stock,—makes them only to order, but the smaller furniture that he did have was exquisite. I forgot in my haste (for we went there late,) to ask about a lowboy to match. Will write to him. The side board would go to New by York by water so the freight would not be very much more.
I also went to a place where I saw lovely drawing-room papers and textures. The cheapest of the latter, alas! $3.50 a yard!
I havn't had a word from my darling yet and oh! how I want it! Was so disappointed today when the letter—the one that you forwarded,—turned out to be from Mrs. Simpson. I am very well indeed and as happy as I can be away from you. Agnes nearly talks me to death but I pretend to need a lot of rest and spend the afternoons in my room. I love you passionately!—I am in every heart throb.
Dearest love to all.