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So you see the secret of his
recommendation for me to teach.
The Stanford grounds are so
beautiful now, every turn in
the road beside the stream
gives me glimpses of blooming
orchards & the lawns are so
green & in many places sprinkled
with fallen blossoms.

I must tell you about going to
Good Friday service - Mr. Macy
had asked if he might go
with me and he cut a quiz
for it and I cut Shakspere as
he said service was at ten o'clock
We hurried as fast as we could
and found the church empty so
thought we had made very quick
time & would strol around Palo

Alto a while - When we came back
the church was still empty but we
went in and finally Mr. Peet
appeared - we enquired what time
service was to be and he said
eleven - which meant we must
cut the last morning class too -
This was my Shelley with Prof.
Anderson & I felt queer enough
when I thought I was to meet
him at 12.30 to go to luncheon
with him. But there was nothing
to do but to stay & we the risk
of not being too late to meet
the luncheon engagement - especially
as Mr. Macy is a freshman
and I didn't want him to
get into unchurchly ways. To
add to my confusion - I felt my-
self not more than half dressed as