Then we went to a tea Cushing gave in his rooms and to night I go to Mrs.Deland's.
But the mornings with the Fairchilds are the best.

DICK.
In the spring of 1891 my mother and sister, Nora, went abroad for the summer, and the following note was written to Richard just before my mother sailed: DEAR DICK: This is just to give my dearest love to you my darling.

Some day at sea when I cannot hear you nor see you, whenever it is that you get it--night or morning---you may be sure that we are all loving and thinking of you.
Keep close to the Lord.

Your Lord who never has refused to hear a prayer of yours.
Just think that I have kissed you a thousand times.
MOTHER.
FRANKLIN SQUARE, NEW YORK.
June, 1891.
DEAR MOTHER: Your letters are a great delight to me but I think you are going entirely too quickly.

You do not feel it now but you are simply hurrying through the courses of your long dinner so rapidly that when dessert comes you will not be up to it.