Dear Mr. Henderson,
How time flies! I suppose you heard I was in the city. Mary calls me a “lucky chick” and says it keeps her “busy keeping track of me.” I have a school of five pupils. I teach them the Primary branches. It is intensely interesting because I can do individual work.
School begins at nine o’clock. At 10:30 until 11:00 o’clock I take my little people with the higher school and teach them calisthenics. At 12:30 I dismiss school for the day. Then I am through for the day except that I teach drawing twice a week from one o’clock until one thirty. Is that not lovely? I have every afternoon to do as I like. I am studying music and enjoying it immensely. I am going to work as it very hard this winter.
I certainly am very glad to hear of your good fortune. How I wish I could see some of your work. I know that you deserve all the good fortune that comes to you, and I wish you all the success possible and you always have my best wishes. I suppose you are very glad to get to study. Of course it too is very hard work but I know you enjoy it. How I wish I could go to school again. But I presume my school days are over.
You must tell me all about your work. I have been having quite a time the last two weeks. I have taken quite a severe cold but am taking medicine faithfully and hope to get over it soon. I go over eighty squares in the car every day. No one hundred and sixty because I am staying with my Aunt and she lives 32 squares over North Sixth Street and the school in which I am teaching is 40 squares west but I must go out of my way some distance to get to the school. I think I take my colds riding in the car.
Tell Nora and the girls to please write. I have excellent opportunities to hear good lecture and I am going to take Professor Briggs’ course on Tennyson. Was Mr. Briggs the man Mr. Haggerty did not like? What was his name?
I am writing under difficulties. My Aunt, two cousins and a friend are in the same room talking and having a good time. And every once in a while I can’t resist and must talk too.
Take care of yourself. But of course, you are not so foolish but more sensible. You said you did not believe I could look cross. Well, I can if must be. But you can imagine what good times my pupils and I have when I run races with them and they come to me and ask me to scream for them. They want to know whether they can scream louder than I. I have not tried that yet; however, do you advise me to try it? I must close.
With best wishes.
Footnote: I looked up “Tennyson” who Daisy mentioned was the topic of a course she would be taking. I came across Alfred Tennyson, a popular British poet during the reign of Queen Victoria in the late 1800’s.
Footnote 2: I know I said “love letters” and the first couple of letters do not have much romanticism in them. The first letter I read before buying the others ended up in the middle chronologically in their story as a whole. I do not read the letters ahead of time, so I am transcribing them as I type. So each letter is a surprise for all of us!