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anniversary of her death and he told me. I was the one person in the world whom he would rather spend it with and yet he was not fatherly. Oh it was so queer and mixed, I'm glad its over. This morning I had a note from Uncle Will telling me of the Biddle's summer plans. How dreadful to go to Paoli. I wish Uncle will and Aunt Emily could go off on a little trip together for complete change for both. Do you expect to have Mrs. Holly Bunker opposite you this summer?

How I wish I could have heard Harry tell his dream. My next letter is going to be to my dear boys at B. H. I'm glad you went to New York anyhow. How I do long to have you here sometimes when I see something that I know you would particularly enjoy and I wish I wrote such letters as Aunt Emily would write if she were here. Perhaps you had better read

which there was troupe after troupe each more charming than the last. And all perfectly correct and clad. It was only graceful There was no kicking, or anything in fact, to offend the most fastidious. I wish I could see one of Wagner's opera's. I am sure he must allow the actor's a little more freedom. There seems to me no reason why they should not walk naturally. However I shall not go again here whatever there is.
   
I have begun copying at The Louvre and am infatuated with it. Miss Conant is at the hospital to have your operation on her eyes. May and I sew our clothes all the odd minutes and are bothered by them. Julie is in Brussels - going home soon. Hope you have