Untitled Page 245

Sunday Morning -
Nov. 22. '96.

My precious Nannie -

It is too rainy
to go over to Palo Alto this morn-
ing and I am heart broken
to think I can't go to chapel, but
yesterday was one of those obstinate
day when one can't study even
though there is nothing else
in the world to do, so to-day I
have to make up for it. Yesterday
I read two of Crawford's short
stories - one "The Upper Birch",
the other "By the Waters of Paradise"
The first a very ghostly, oozy,
ghost story; the other a very
charming, pretty ghost story.
Beside that I read one of