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The unseen by common eyes, in nature, though they recognize it, if they are not too common in out but don't realize the gift the might and the sustained effort that it took to see it to say nothing of producing it.

Mr Lasart dont lecture on the ethics of art. He corrects your impressions of nature and tells you where you were wrong and where you did it. [[underlined]]Think [[/underlined]] and see. One has to do a pile more thinking and calculating for out of door than [[in?]] but nature is so coy that no calculating without a warm heart and unfaltering adoration will catch her - so that landscape painting, is sort of like [[?]] where one thinks of one thing, appears to be doing another and is all the time accomplishing the third.

I have no pictures or photos to send you this time. We had a big group taken by Mr Gaze but I wont send it as it will be more fun to tell

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and [[?]]. Though he went all over it criticizing and I really don't think very much of it myself but of course he has never seen me at my best. 

Last night we had one last dance at the [[Amsden?]] and Bishops as they are going away - we are sorry to say, and it was particularly nice - such nice people - Though we there had to pick our way in the pitch dark [[?]] through wet muddy roads and streets holding up our good clothes. I wore my steel grey satin waist and my grey cashmere skirt and my hair in a lovely knot low down. I was dancing with Mr. Hoeber who dances to perfection and I could not help exclaiming that none of the others could compare to him, or something like that, whereupon he implied that he had 'one' for me. That he had heard 'somebody' (Mr. Lasart I sup-