“Tioronda,” Wednesday Evening.
Dear Abby: I was just going to write you a note this p. m. when the Kents came in for a long call and stayed on for an early tea. We sat in the library where the books are now all arranged and the cushion we ordered at Soloman and Hart’s in its place in the bay-window. To be sure there is no carpet down, and we have no tables or chairs, but it already has a very habitable look, and we feel quite at home in presence of our old book-friends. They make a very good show, though there are still a number of empty upper shelves which will fill up by degrees. James Kent had been in town for a couple of days and had a good deal to say about military matters. While Joe was in town I did a good deal of cutting out and have three dozen army pillow-cases and six double-gowns under way. Tomorrow I shall attack the drawers and night-shirts, for which I borrowed a good simple pattern of Mrs. Kent. I smile when I think of the sang-froid with which you and I discussed the cut of drawers and shirts with that pleasant young doctor the other day. I see that Georgy is excluded from the corps of nurses by being under thirty.
