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This is to bid you good morning and to tell you how much I hope that you are quite yourself again. I had the most delightful afternoon going through Mrs. Gardener's3 house last week. The day was fine, you remember, and there were thousands of daffodils in the court and much yellow sunshine. But I am a haunted creature, I begin to think. In the Dutch room there is a portrait4 of Mary Tudor5 which looks so much like Mrs. Eddy6 that I positively fled. I seem in a fair way to become a kind of terrible modern Midas.
I took some books back to the Public Library tonight, and instead of tearing up my card I asked them to keep it for me until I came back. That made me feel that I really am to come back. I first came to Boston2 last January and arrived at the Parker House7 at midnight with Mrs. Eddy for my guiding star. I had to get to work the very first morning, and as soon as I had breakfasted I humbly asked the clerk to tell me where the Common was. He informed me with great consideration for my feelings, and I went out and succeeded in finding the Common! Since that morning I have liked Boston better and better every day. It is the only city I have ever lived in that I have cared about, and I am downright homesick at leaving it. New York8 always seems to me like a beleaguered mediaeval city, with all sorts of atrocities going on in the streets, and one has to go about armed, so to speak. I shall always come back here every time I can, and I shall hope to see you every time I come.
I cant help groaning a good deal that Mr. McClure9 did not come up and take me to see you a year ago. But I should think, instead, of my good fortune in coming to know you at all. Mrs. Eddy has been a hard mistress, but hereafter I shall always think that, in some mysterious way, she and her affairs brought me to know you and Miss Jewett10, and that you are, in a manner, the rewards of my servitude. This may sound like empirical reasoning, but I shall stick to it, for it is the one course of reasoning which makes the year's work seem worth while to me.
So, If you and Miss Jewett do not object to being considered as the Rewards of
Industry, then I can write as to do the contributors
to the Christian
Science
Journal11, "To our Beloved Leader, Mrs. Eddy,
I owe a great happiness etc."
If I do not see you again before I go, I shall look forward to the autumn, and I beg
you to let me me send you a note now and then this
summer.