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{April 8, 1900}

It was just exactly as I had hoped against hope that it would be, dear. I came home yesterday afternoon from the photographer's, oh! so tired, after battling with wind and dust and cameras and a "pleasant expression, not so sober, please," until I was, as one of my friends once said of herself, "Almost on the verge of being a little mite cross"! Well, when

the maid opened the door, I saw the afternoon mail on the floor, where it had been dropped by my friend the postman (whom, by the way, I have known from my youth up, and who occasionally volunteers to my mother the information that "May has a big mail") and my eagle eye at once detected a gray envelope, wrong side up, which it did not take very long to turn right side up, I assure you. Dear, do you know what

it is to feel happy even at the sight of a "stupid old gray envelope" (quoted!) if it has the right hand writing on it? Yes, dear, you had your ? several times over I think, for I read that blessed letter more than once. I lay down for an hour before dinner and took the letter with me to read and reread. It was almost like seeing you; not quite, though! Dear me, what a big

hug I will give you when I once more have you with me. I think that my letter must have answered some questions, for instance, I am sure that you cannot debate the question as to whether I am "glad and not sorry" that you are at Wellesley. It is strange but I had labored under the delusion that I was the one in danger of being selfish, because your coming is my

rest and refreshment and delight after my hours of work on "Sasiety" (it has just occurred to me that that spelling, as it were, kills two birds with one stone!) Dearest, we might just as well decide that we are a mutual comfort, and not torture ourselves with imagining our "selfishness". I am selfish; I want you. But then, you

are selfish, too, for you want me . and if two negations make an affirmation, why should not two affirmations make a negation? Then, neither one is selfish! What is the matter with that reasoning?

This afternoon your letter of yesterday came to cheer me before I started for the Alpha Beta reception. Oh! my dear little girl, do you not know, can

you not understand, that you do just as much for me, as I can possibly do for you? I want to be what you think that I am , Jeannette. The fact that I love you makes me wish to be more to the world, ?, ?, more unselfish. You are an inspiration to me, dear, as well as the greatest comfort.

It is almost midnight, nearly time for this to be my "Sunday Letter" and if I do

not say good night very soon, I shall have no paper on which to continue tomorrow.

Just a word, first, about my afternoon. The girls gave me a beautiful reception, for me here and an hour there was an almost unbroken line of guests, the Brown faculty in full force, a few Wellesley girls, Jessie Cameron and Gertrude Bailey, for instance, some Holyoke, Smith and Radcliffe girls and Rhode Islanders by the scores. The rooms were decorated with Brown, Wellesley and Holyoke insignia, there was an orchestra, flowers, etc - ad libidum. I came home squeezed into a coupé with my little mother in another corner, while a big bunch of white roses and an enormous basket of

roses, hyacinths, carnations and so forth, with a blue sash (?) on the handle, drove in state as the principal occupants of the equipage!

Now, positively, good night to you, dear. I think that I cannot sleep well without an hour's talk with the little girl who has taken possession of such a big corner of my heart, so big, that it isn't a corner any more!

Sunday afternoon

It is almost dinner

time, my first opportunity today to sit down at my desk. Dear, I have decided to begin my Sunday letter to you tonight and send it in a day or two, this is not my Sunday one you see! I wish you to hear from me tomorrow so I will send this as it is for you to know that I am wishing this bright afternoon that I had you with me. I am going to be very selfish about

my Sunday afternoons this term - shut myself up with a big "please do not knock" on my door, and have a long talk (if she will!) with the little girl who is the dearest part of all Wellesley to me.

My "{?}" Jeannette! I should like to hear anyone else call her that!

Loving you this afternoon and thinking about you, I am, forever, M.E.W.

288, High Street

Pawtucket, Rhode Island

April eighth, nineteen hundred

{Envelope front: postmarked Pawtucket, R.I.; 6-PM, APR 8, 1900}

{Addressed to:} Miss Jeannette A Marks

Care Miss Helen Foss

2043 Arch Street



{Envelope rear: two sets of Philadelphia postmarks, both 9 April 1900; 10-AM and 11-30A}

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