We are having an unmistakably rainy day and very chilly too, and are spending it, as we did yesterday, close about the fire reading aloud, &c. We are having a pleasant time yet it is disappointing too, for had it been bright we would have had another lovely drive today. Sunday is the only time Mr. Tedcastle has time for it. I hope the cold weather here means that it is cool even in Princeton.
While I think of it, I promised to ask you if you could give Francis Snell two or three letters of introduction to people in Indianapolis. Of course you could to Mrs. Tarkington at any rate. Francis goes there this fall to be music teacher in a “select” church school. She is a very fine girl, and attractive and good looking too, so that I am quite willing to have you introduce her as a “young friend of your wifes”! There is no hurry about the letters though, I only promised to ask if there was anyone there to whom you could write them.
By the way, you have told me nothing about the correspondence with “Harper” regarding the special edition. I am very anxious to hear all about it. Have you had any other interesting letters? I suppose that is the only source from which there could be any “news” in these quiet summer days. I really have nothing whatever in the shape of a fact to communicate.— I heard a,—to me,—fresh witticism of Lowells, which I must record before I forget it. He said “Harvard must be the wisest place in the world because the freshmen bring so much wisdom to it and the seniors take none away!”
Give my dear love to Father and the children. I shan't say much about my regard for you, lest I break down and cry here “before fowk”,—for there is no denying the fact that I am home-sick today,—fairly wearying for my darling's arms about me.