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January 8th. 96. 5 P.M.
New York city
In my room

My Dearest Love,

I have been calling
myself an idiot for the last half hour
for not being able to keep from writing
to you today--but I can't. I'm getting
blue, Sweetheart, and I must rush to you
when I feel that way. I slept this
morning until about half past eight
then took a cold bath and dressed; my
trunks came before I was done but managed
to scramble into my clothes. It took the
morning to unpack my trunks and settle
myself, after which I sallied out to discover
New York. I invested in some rye bread
and butter and some coffee so that I can
have my breakfasts in my own room and
eat only what is good for me. I have my
table all spread out with my tea set and
dainty things and the whole room looks
homelike. 8:30 P.M. Have just been
over to take dinner at the boarding house
and then have had a great talk with
Mrs Russell. Interviewed Madame