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more respectable classical and dignified I cannot imagine. I was going to say stupid but I was of course interested in every bit of it - from curiosity - if nothing else, and a few times really worked up. The principal hero and I need not add tenor, was a big round ball of a man, with a magnificent voice - a stick, and as a hero and lover a perfect absurdity. The heroine was a huge woman, equally absurd as loveress, also splendid voice, and entirely well trained and academical. There was only one actor among them they had evidently been selected for their voices which were all fine, and their training. I should think there must have been hundreds of people on the stage at a time, the costumes and men's chorus were magnificent. And the ballet of


12 Rue Boccador
Sunday, June 10- 1888
My dearest Sister,
For [[obscured]] hours have I been peering into the street from our little balcony watching La Societée go to the Grand Prix - which you perhaps know is the one great event of The Season - The French Derby - and every one goes by hook or by crook. I have told you that the chambiges into which our windows look - (we don't live on it you know) is not a very respectable one. It is short - narrow and very 'folksy' - always full of cabs carriages and liveries. Most of the ladies went in fine style and we amused ourselves guessing the color of the flowers in the church.

[[marginalia]] This letter aloud at 4305 - I don't care about Uncle Will's seeing all the first of it. 
Your own
Polly

[[??]] Martha I'm sure she wont be able to haul the baby around the beach as she did last summer - he'll be two by [[??]]
I forgot - I must send this to BH. of Course. [[/marginalia]]