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I don't suppose Miss Taber would give me one of her pictures although I should love to have one.  My own picture which you may have noticed is in a dreadfully bad way I can't seem to get on with it although I work at it all the time.

I have been following Mr Benjamin C. Porter about town - much like a tame bear in the kindness of his heart he evinced a desire to take me with him into the grande-monde of Boston, and I have seen gallons of the blue blood of Beacon St. its not so chilly as I thot, but in our late afternoon rambles through this atmosphere of wealth and respectability thawed by an occasional cup of tea, I somehow feel supremely ridiculous.  I don't seem at all to have that happy way of enjoying the present moment.  Porter however is a most amusing man and altogether a very decent sort of fellow.  There is however an oppresive sense of lackeys