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Wednesday Night Feb. 5th 96.
My own darling.
This letter is for the family to read I thought they would be getting restless for one by about now.
I have written you all the items of news, in a cold stiff way, but you can read between the lines;
I have tea alone with you in the evening, as truly as though you were here, dear one
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You managed the telegram episode just rightly. My dearest one, I have never been ill until you imagined that. I think I shall be all right soon, but my mind is easy, Now darling, a tender loving goodnight kiss from your own
Sunshine
On rereading the enclosed letter I thought perhaps you would not like everybody to read it -- but I don't care -- do as you like.
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February 5th. '96
My Dear Clarence
Yours of Saturday and Sunday received this morning -- by the same mail came a short line from [Nankey?] and a long 8 pager from Else. You ask me to write you of my days and what they are filled with; That is not easy to do, because they are all so different.
I rise late, dress and get my little breakfast, and while I am eating it, the girl usually comes in with the mail, so you generally talk to me at breakfast, making what would otherwise be a rather lonely meal, quite the most
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happy occasion of the day.
Then on Tuesdays, + Fridays (at present) I take my lessons from Madame at half past ten, leaving the house at ten. I walk home except in very bad weather, from my lessons; It is a distance of about 2 1/2 miles, taking in dinner at the boarding house on the way, (as Uncle Nat says) dinner "en passant"
Then in the afternoons I practice + receive calls or make them, until it is time for tea, after which I go into Uncle Nat's room to the family gathering, where we smoke and tell stories and recount the incidents of the day
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Then I come back to my own little nest and read and write letters. Sometimes "the clan" consisting of Miss Russell, Natalie, Uncle Nat, and [Pierce?] Stevenson, Mrs Russell's nephew, gather in my rooms , and I turn them out when I get tired of them.
But this program is frequently broken into by Rubinstein rehearsals, and invitations of various sorts, next Monday Morning at ten o'clock I am going to sing for Mr Chapman, my whole repertoire, at the Madison Square Garden Theatre, I hope Mallinson will go with me, but if not, Mar Van [Schaick?] ["and" crossed out] Natalie will.