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[typed] Stanford University, Cal.
January 7th, 1896

My dear Nannie - -

My Sunday letter was very unsatisfactory to myself: there had
been so much to tell you about that I know I merely mentioned the
facts without expatiating on them at all. And now begins more to
tell you about since we are back again in this cheery, lovely place.
First of all, I got through in everything, and in history, my major
unit--Dr. Howard my last examination was marked "Excellent" and he
said it was one of the very best in the class of one hundred and
twenty. I was so pleased. Rose got "Good"--which is very good when
we found out little by little how many are conditioned.

The Campbells are willing to leave San Jose--but of course are
bound to our place until June, hence they are looking for other
occupants, subject to our approval. And another thing, I shall not
rent books, table linen, bed linen or towels: for that means we
must keep the house so supplied if we rent it with that understanding.
I have first filled out a blank giving Mr. Mabroy a proxy to vote
our Woolen Mill Stock. It is thought a dividend will be declared,
and that the stock will come up if they put the tariff back on wool.
Yesterday, when we got back from San Jose, whom should we find
composedly reclining on our lounge but Mrs. Mynck who had stopped
off on her way back from the farm. She gave us such a happy vacation,
and when one doesn't hold all her shortcomings up to view, she is
very much more lovable. And the judge, too, appeared so nice.

A letter tonight from Mr. Crosby asks us if we are willing to
sell Punch. Mr. Polhemus wishes to buy him. Rose and I have decided
that it seems the best thing to do--as if in the coming year we can
dispose of the ranch, there will be no place for Punch and of course
as he gets older, there would be less money value to him. I shall be
so glad when things are settled and there are not so many goods and
chattels to look after. This idea of re-renting the house perplexes
me much. The books, I am going to store in the attic--I am not going
to be so foolish as to rent them again, tho from appearances they
look very well. Rose has not yet written to you this week so I have
the privilege of telling of a little evening we had with a few of the
boys last Friday. Rose had for some time wanted to have the boys
over to make welch rare-bit--Helen Younger has a very pretty chafing
dish and I had become quite expert in making them at Mrs. Mynck's
and at the Maburys. I was quite aghast however when Rose Friday
afternoon said she had asked Tarn McGrea - Stewart Cotton - Royce
Strother and Philip Abbot (Rose says "bless him") so you see her
sentiments. Well if you are acquainted with rarebits you know that
they must be made of (can be made in fact - only of fresh Eastern
cheese, and Rose had gotten the cheese at Mayfield instead of at
Palo Alto because we could get no beer in Palo Alto--it being a
temperance town. The boys all came (hungry they said) and we had a
jolly kind of a time. They are all interesting boys--can sing and
play and talk well. But the cheese wasn't good and wouldn't rarebit
a little bit--it hung in one great heavy mass--Wasn't it horrid! but
we had besides, fruitcake and tea and the boys ate the rarebit
nevertheless and declared it was good. Rose the next morning only
remarked that "boys were regular goals" to eat such stuff--which I
thought a poor return for their inimitable politeness. They have been
seen since on the "Quad" so we know that they aren't killed but I