Sarah Chauncey Woolsey to her cousin, Georgeanna at Portsmouth Grove.
New Haven, October, ’62.
And now for Miss Wormeley’s delightful letter; my dear, it sounds too good to come true, all of it, and yet I can’t help thinking that Providence smiles on the scheme and will bring about papa’s consent. . . . We shall have it working beautifully in a short time, I see—and oh, G., what a happy winter we shall have! . . . Abby remarks in her last to Mary—”Sarah’s going and Jane’s (! !) I regard in the light of an agreeable fiction, but it will do for them to play at for a little while.” . . .
I shall be ready any day after Monday.
