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30 Seymour Road
29 September, 1919.

Dear Dada,

Your letter written from Mattituck enclosing the snaps
just reached me. I gather that by now you are in Washington hard
at work again. That snapshot of you is very very pretty. That style
of dress and the way you had your hair fixed are extremely becom-
ing. Why, old dear, you are blossoming out into a regular tearing
beauty. Before you know it, you will be the belle of Washington.
How would you like that? I was so very glad to get your last letter
because you seemed to have come to your own at last after all those
miserable months of floundering, introspection, and maddening un-
certainty. Of course you are perfectly normal, and those moments of
morbidity were but the natural result of circumstances. I am very
much interested in your statement that in the next few months you
are going to see how many really interesting people you are having
the opportunity to know and to make friends with, and I have so
much confidence in you as a really worth-while and interesting
personality that I am sure that before the winter is over, you will
be surprised at the number of your new friends and their caliber.
You must be sure to keep me well posted and give me a full descrip-
tion of the ones most appealing to you, either because of their
temperaments are [sic] lack of them. There are a great many people who
are interesting because of certain lacks as well as those who are
interesting because of certain surplus qualities, don't you think?
For instance, I know a man who is fascinating because he is so
unconventional that the simplest conventions even do not exist for
him, he simply rides over them the same way that I step on ants in
the garden. He is really not out of the ordinary, except that either
by training or lack of it, or because by nature he is that way,
he does things in a way that would be impossible for any one
else to attempt, and he gets away with it, all withal, because he
is natural. This is very poorly expressed, but perhaps you under-
stand what I mean.

The last few days I have been busier than usual even,
due to the fact that both of my sisters have been entertaining
and have asked me to help them. Mrs. Kung of course as she had a
baby very recently has not been able to look after Mr. Kung's
dinner parties, and so I have been doing her work. Then too I have
been doing some entertaining myself, most of it has been obliga-
tory and of course that sort always involves more bother and trouble
than just having friends over. There is going to be a private dance
given at a restaurant here in Shanghai by the Flip Flap Club, a
club of the men returned students and consists of the "elite". I am
invited but Mother does not want me to go in spite of the fact that
Brother and my cousins will also be present. As this dance is the
first in Shanghai given by the Club, I know it will be good, but
Mother is so set against dancing that altho I have been home two
years, I have not danced once. [page break]

I shall start studying Chinese again the beginning of October.
I confess that I myself feel too lazy and tired to think of study-
ing with any great enthusiasm, but I suppose that when I once get
started I shall be all right.

Recently I have changed my room in the house, I have changed
into a smaller room as winter is approaching and a large room is
too bare and big for comfort. I am comfortably settled in the room
on the other side of Mother's. I like this room very much as it is
small and cosy. We have turned my old room into an upstair sitting room
and with all the furniture, tables, small tea stands etc. it does
not look so large as when I had it for a bedroom. When spring comes
I shall move back again. I think having been a wanderer so many
years of my life, I feel restless if I have to stay in a room longer
than one year. The migratory instinct has been greatly developed in

I have been asked to give a course of lectures on Philosophy
in one of the schools here. I think that after Thanksgiving I shall
work up half a dozen lectures on Modern Philosophy. Sometimes I
wake up in the middle of the night to laugh at myself, because
it seems ludicrous for me to lecture on Philosophy, I who am a ver-
itable scatter-brain.

My sister Mrs. Sun is giving a very large reception on the tenth
of October which is a national holiday in Celebration of the Republic.
I shall help her receive.

I am a bit tired I think as I have been on the go a little
too much these past few weeks. I have decided to rest up today,
yet altho I have been home all day and have seen no one, I feel even
more tired. I think I am going to be as my head aches. With love,