Sunday afternoon -

 

I will write while they've gone to meeting,
lest they stop me, when they get home.
I stayed to Communion this morning, and
by that way, bought the privilege of not
going this afternoon, and having a
talk with you, meanwhile.
It's a glorious afternoon - the sky is blue
and warm - the wind blows just enough
to keep the clouds sailing, and the
sunshine, Oh such sunshines, it is'nt
like gold, for gold is dim beside it,
it is'nt like anything which you or I
have seen! It seems to me "Ik Marvel"
was born on such a day; I only only
wish you were here. Such days were
made on purpose for [Susie and] you and
me, then what in the world are you
gone for, Oh dear, I do not know, but
this I do know that if wishing would
bring you home, you were here today.
Is it pleasant in Boston? Of course it is'nt,
tho', I might have known more than to
make such an inquiry. No doubt the
streets are muddy, and the sky some
dingy hue, and I can think just how