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April 13, 1900

{Image: "MEW" initialed stationary}

This is my little Easter "note"! It is Thursday evening, has rained all day and been the coziest sort of a time for staying in the house, by an open fire, such as we have had in the sitting-room grate. I spent a profitable (?) hour at the dress-maker's this morning, then came home to letter-writing, hob-nobbing with my mother and other pleasant things. Miss Wright my brother's fiancée, appeared in the midst of the storm, about four o'clock, and


and stayed for supper, which we have Thursday, the cook's "day out". We helped hull straw-berries and altogether enjoyed ourselves, even if we were not very useful. It has made me resolve that we must have some "homey" times together this spring, dear. I have my eye on this little tea room on Bay State Street, where we can meet for a cup of afternoon tea, quite by ourselves - I am also thinking of walks out with Miss Woods with a modest repast of strawberries and rolls, so that we may be quite independent of the dinner-bell - and, then, when you come to Pawtucket this summer, a long "steam-boat sail" to some quiet place like Seaconnet, where we can have blissful hours out


on the rocks, with no {?} but ourselves to interfere with the landscape.

I have been obliged to stop for a moment to shake hands with the Sergeant, better known to fame as "Rags" - who is surprisingly polite these days, and remembering sundry lessons in the past, desires to "shake" on all occasions. He is my little shadow, and licks my hand so much that I spend most of the remaining time washing it. He is the cutest dog! I hope that you will like him.

Dear, you must keep me out of doors all that is possible this spring. I dread the languor of the warm days, for I have so many things on hand, and I fear that my energy will not rise with the


thermometer.

This was to be just the "beginning" of my Easter note and as usual, it is spinning on and on already. I shall addd a little to it tomorrow and then send it, laden with love, that you may know what happiness you have brought into my life . I shall thank God this Easter for the blessing of your love, Jeannette. I am very rich in having you, and very happy. God bless you, dearest and make your Easter one of brightness and real content. If only I can do something to take away the loneliness, to make things a little smoother, I shall be so glad. It hurts me so, to think of you as sorrowful, or perplexed or lonely. It makes me long to


{image: "MEW" initialed stationary} put my arms around you and shield you from it all, as if I could keep you away from it. I shall, dear, just as much as the love of a friend can do it. You cannot feel entirely alone, you must not, for I love you so dearly. Perhaps I can convince you when I see you, and can say what no pen can tell no matter how earnest it may be. So good-night to my little girl with a heart full of love for her, which grows stronger and deeper each day I think.

Friday afternoon

I went away to an Alpha


Beta meeting, and a few calls in Providence. Have had to refuse an invitation to lunch at the Dr. Farmer's today on account of "pressure of work," namely correspondence! Dear, how long will it take you to learn that it rests me to write to you, just as it "rests" me, although not in the same degree but far more to be with you. This is my last letter, I suspect. Then Tuesday I shall see you. My darling, that is the brightest spot in my Wellesley life - not a


{page orientation changes to landscape} very small one, either!

Your letter, finished Wednesday, came this morning and is such a comfort.

Blessings on you, for the sweetest friend a friend can have. I must leave the rest to say to you. I have volumes to say, so be prepared.

Now I must go, loving you and thinking about you even when I am talking of a thousand other things, with a thousand other people. Yours M.E.W,


288 High Street

Pawtucket, Rhode Island

April thirteenth, nine teen hundred


{Envelope front: postmarked Pawtucket, R.I., 4-30P, Apr 13, 1900}

{Addressed:} Miss Jeannette A. Marks

Care Miss Helen Foss

2043 Arch Street

Philadelphia

Pennsylvania

{Envelope rear: 2 postmarks - Philadelphia, PA. Apr 14, 1900 5-30A; Received 2}

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