Thursday Evening 9/26/1903
My Precious:
Letter from Bayview reached me today. I was about to write to Cross Village again, making sure the mama would add several days to her visit. I am glad you had a happy time. I believe it would be an ideal place for us.
Oh, Dearie, Dearie Love! How are want you. It seems that you will surely come in just a few days. Everything is so like last year at this time. When I got back from my trip, 10:30 Friday evening, it was very foggy about the station, And I thought of that time we stood on the bridge and watch the station lights till the Alpha Phi’s surprised us. And it seems that it must be only yesterday it all happened. I lived all over. One evening recently I tried to telephone Voorhees at the Delta Gamma house, and it brought back my first interview over the phone last fall, when I have come to see you. It was September 24, I think over one year go tonight! Everything reminds me of that happy, happy time. The other day I took a walk in the country and pick up some apples. Every breath of air had last fall in it. And you!
You asked about the lantern showing current at the bottom. I don’t know what the trouble is, should head to see just what you mean. But try raising and lowering the light by means of the set = on the back.
I was told by the man at Partridge and Blackwell’s that Brown’s living room was by all means the best, but they didn’t keep it. I thought best pretty nearly expert testimony, on the circumstances. Newcomb or Endicott have it. There will be sale in January. The man at the N and E’s, who seems to have “size up this situation”, Told me that it would be better for a young lady who thought of getting married to buy a tablecloth and napkins too much. The beautiful Scroce’s designs to predominate, and where highly conventional I think them beautiful. The circles in the squares are old fashioned. The more I think of the first ones we saw, the better like the pattern.
I think your letters are so fine and cheerful. Dearie, you are growing up. We grow most when we think Lisa Ross else, I’m believe. I’m best when loving you and forgetting all about myself. I have made some excellent fudge on Mr. Druereaux’s chafing dish.
Goodbye, my well = loved.
Your own worshipful lover Edward
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