December 13, 1896
Am sorry to tell you news not quite so pleasing this time. Have got a cold, I think. I have been fortunate not to have had one before this year and hoped that I shouldn’t have one before I came home, at least. But it has come. Nothing alarming to be sure but rather disappointing. I feel much better today than I did yesterday so don’t worry. My colds are not dangerous you know, only disagreeable. I am doing my best to get over it before I come home. I have written to Aunt Linda so I shall manage to get home Thursday morning if not before. I do hope that this weather will continue so that Harry can come for me. Last Monday night there was an Agora Recital by Carl Tarlton, Professor of Boston Conservatory. He was very much liked. Friday night I went to hear Mrs. Riggs (Kate Douglas Wiggins) read from her latest story “Maine Grizza.” She read only extracts but it promises to be in the same delightful style as “Timothy’s Quest.” I don’t [like] her stories any better for having seen & heard her. She is so awfully affected that it spoiled her. She was trying desperately to be charming and make the girls like her. I had a very pleasant evening though. I went with Frances Ronamaniere. The Glee Club sang ‘twas very enjoyable. The College is quite excited over the fact that Miss Gorham, Secretary of the College, is engaged to be married. It was quite a thunderbolt for she has white hair and we were astonished to find that she was only 34. One of the Faculty remarked sportively “Now there’s hope for the rest of us.” The girl in the bookstore is engaged and our table maid is to be married Christmas. The Barn Swallows gave another entertainment last night but I could not go as there was a formal meeting of the Agora. The Barn Swallows dramatized three scenes from Dickens. Mary Haskell announced that they were to have the “Dickens of a Time.” One scene was Squires schoolroom, another “Dora David etc.” and the other was “a tea party.” I don’t know where that came from. It was said to be a great success and wonderfully well acted. One of the girls last night went into the back room to fill her tea kettle. Just outside the door she slipped somehow or other and the tea kettle and her hand went crashing through the door through that thick heavy glass you know. It cut her hand so seriously that it had to be sewed up and she is now in the hospital but is getting along nicely I hear. We are to have Christmas Vespers in the chapel tonight. Tomorrow we are going to celebrate at our table. We are going to trim it up with pine etc. The table is going to continue to give our maid a present and we are to have presents ourselves. Each one gives another person one thing so that we all have one present. They must not cost more than five cents and we must write some German poetry to go with them. Think of it! I am to give Mary Capen something and have got a small tin watch. She is never late you know. My poem is as follows, Elsie will translate it. I also think that Fraulein Mueller has some sort of surprise for us. She is going to Boston all day tomorrow.
Is’t it a shame I have such a hard week this week. The first of the week is always the hardest. Wednesday I have five hard lessons, Physics, Mathematics, German, Literature and Bible. We have a quiz in Bible at 3:20. I am to take the 4:20 express you know. Miss Locke can’t expect a very good lesson. I don’t know when I can pack my trunk. Never you mind, I shall manage some way and you will see me bright and early Thursday morning if not before as I hope ‘twill be pleasant. Only a few more days!
Love to all from Mabel
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