Hurrah, we actually have some blue sky this morning again, and some sunshine, rather pale as yet but evidently determined to prevail! We began to fear we would not see his face again while we were here. It seems that it rained on “St. Swithin's day” and therefore was predestined to rain for forty days. But I think now our visit will end in the same blaze of glory with which it began.
And to think you have nearly finished the inaugural already! How remarkable! You certainly are wonderful! I can scarcely wait till Sunday to read it. Arn't you glad, – honour bright, – that I was insubordinate and declined to stay over this Sunday? I am so glad that my heart fairly sings. We would have had no Sunday together otherwise before you left. Now it is only three days now before I see my darling, and tomorrow I can say “it is the day after tomorrow.” I am really happy and content now to wait - so long and no longer!
I am about to go out to return calls, Calls! – think of it! an unexpected infliction during a seashore outing! One was a Yale professor and his wife whose cottage is just back of this one,– Prof Gooch, a chemist. He seems an attractive man,– but his wife! —oh his wife! But two of the other women are really entertaining, Mrs. Hidden, you know, and a Mrs. Gooding, a large lively dame who has a pretty wit- & whose manner is singularly laughter-moving, even more than what she says. I must write to the children this morning before I am called off, so will cut this a little,–not very,– short.
With devoted, passionate love