Your dear letter from Gorham came tonight,— apparently it is a longer journey. I am delighted that you find it so beautiful, and comfortable and pleasant; you will surely be willing to stay in such a place,—with trips to other points of interest for a change,— for three weeks. And you know there is absolutely no reason why you should come home; there will be nothing doing the first week in Sept.; we won't have begun to think about moving.
McClure telegraphed this afternoon for an “exclusive” picture, – wanted to send a photographer out tomorrow. I answered that you were out of town, and then wrote him tonight about the “full face” Purdy plate. I like it very much, there is something individual in a marked degree about it. You will laugh to hear that I have fallen in love with the Pirie McDonald picture! I simply hang over it and doat upon it! The eyes are so splendid; I toned down the light on the lip with very tender pencil touches, which much improved the mouth.–I have had a very busy day, it is past bed-time and I must still write a letter after this, so must stop now. Have been trying for days to write a long letter on a special subject and can never somehow get the time. We have had visitors this evening or rather Madge has, which detained me. Think of three young men calling at once (but not together) in Princeton in the summer! Mr. Conover, young Sloane, and Aleck Alexander's freshman brother. Young Sloane is rather attentive! — I send a nice budget of letters from the children which Beth will enjoy too. Isn't Mary's satisfactory? Isn't it funny to think of Jessie and Nellie playing at robbers and longing for pistols?
Love to all the friends, and to my darling love unspeakable from