If you lived in New Haven now, or even Boston,--but Burnet is so dreadfully far off, it seems as inaccessible as Kamchatka to a person who, like myself, has a house to keep and two babies to take care of.
Don't look so alarmed.

The house is the same house you saw when you were here, and so is one of the babies; the other is a new acquisition just two years old, and as great a darling as Daisy was at the same age.

My mother has been really better in health since he came, but just now she is at a sort of Rest Cure in Kentucky; and I have my hands full with papa and the children, as you can imagine, so I can't go off two days' journey to a wedding,--not even to yours, my dearest old Katy.

I shall think about you all day long on _the_ day, when I know which it is, and try to imagine just how everything looks; and yet I don't find that quite easy, for somehow I fancy that your wedding will be a little different from the common run.

You always were different from other people to me, you know,--you and Clover,--and I love you so much, and I always shall.
Papa has taken a kit-kat portrait of me in oils,--and a blue dress,--which he thinks is like, and which I am going to send you as soon as it comes home from the framers.