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30 Seymour Rd.
24 January, 1920.

Dearest Dada,

My handwriting by this time indeed
must look unfamilar to you as I have been
using the typewriter lately in writing you. But
as the family are all in bed by now, I do
not dare to use the Corona, and as I feel
I have to write you tonight, I am resorting
to my pen!

Well, I just want to tell you that
the two books you sent me just came today,
and I am so eager to get at them. I
have had several very tantalizing peeps with-
in their pages, but have not really had the
chance to become better acquainted with
them. Tomorrow seems a long way off
when I want to read now, but as I
have to get up to study Chinese in
the morning, I think I aught to go to bed
now since it is already late.

I do not know when I have
been so enthusiastic about books as I
am now with my new possession. I
have read quite a good many criticisms [page break]
on "The Oxford Stamp" in the magazines, but
so varied were the comments of the critics
that I shall read and enjoy the book with
all the fresh keenness of an unprejudiced plus a comprehensive
outline of the general outlook of what the
author had in mind when he wrote the

Seeing Miss Pendleton and Miss Conant
made Wellesley and America come back
with such great vividness, and I am feeling
once more the zest for things intellectual.
One of the saddest things in the process
of getting a more practical grasp of
things in days after college, is the
gradual diminishing of intellectual un-
rest; and the passive state of mind which
is more or less an unresisting acknowledg-
ment of the greater importance of material
welfare as against the elusive and less
tangible intellectual yearnings.

Talking about new books reminds me
of a little poem I read the other day by
Annie Fellows Johnston. She described her
sensations in opening the covers of a new
book as being similar to those she [page break]
experienced in entering homes where she
never had visited before. I was quite
pleased with this analogy, because altho
I have felt the truth of this in a
vague and unworded haze, I never
had seen it expressed.

But it is late, and I must go to
bed. I shall write you of my impressions
of the new books after I had digested
them. This reminds me that I have
not thanked you for them; -- this
really aught to be the most satisfactory
sort of thanks, because you can see
that I appreciate them so much,
and am so excited over them that
I have quite forgotten my manners.

Did you make those adorable
little hankies for me? They are
very sweet, and I am sure that
I shall think of you each time
I open my purse, for you know I
am supersitious enough to carry one
of those in my handbag as a good[page break]
luck talisman.

With loads of love-

P.S. I sent some gifts to you by a
friend Percy Kwok who is sailing
for America on the 8th. I took
the things over to him last week,
and had expected him to sail last
week, but on account of some delay
in his passport, he will not sail
until the 8th. Please mail the
package marked "Miss Margie Burks"
to Miss Burks, and please put the
package in a box or have some
pasteboard around it, as it contains
among other things, a parasol.