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Letter to her mother about her birthday the next day, friends leaving for Christmas break, and plans for traveling home.
3 Norfolk Terrace, Wellesley, Massachusetts, 13 December, 1910 Dear Mamma,- Tomorrow is my birthday! I will almost be there to celebrate it. I mean I will be almost there. My baggage is going and you know that is a part of me. After that is gone, I will have to live upon the air like an epiphyte until Thursday at five o’clock. Esther leaves at one o’clock Thursday and I am wondering how in the world I am going to get along four hours without her. [page 2] I think I’ll have to write to Florence - I’ve been so busy that I haven’t written her for two weeks. Last week I didn’t even send her a postal, but got Esther to send one in a spare moment. The poor girl must feel quite deserted. I started a letter this morning at last. For my birthday she sent me on of her pictures, - those she had taken last summer and never got. I didn’t know she had them. It is perfectly beautiful. I’ll bring it home with me so you can see it. The packing is all done I think except my nightdress, atomizer, etc. which I will need tonight. I don’t see how I can squeeze them in. I’m determined that my hand grips musn’t [mis-spelling: mustn’t] be heavy. I want three magazines and a powder [page 3] box in it, and as little else as possible. Esther just came in and brought me two beautiful red rosebuds for my birthday. They are beauties. Oh, here’s a joke. Oh that awful History quizz I was so worried about, I got “credit +.” That proves to a certainty that Miss Brown doesn’t know what she is doing. Miriam Grover was over to dinner with me tonight. I think you’ll be relieved to see that I at last know her. She is a perfectly lovely girl. Esther had company too. A queer thing happened Sunday. I was playing my “Christmas Joybells” for the girls and Elsie Pray suddenly announced that her Sunday school class sang it [page 4] Once at a Christmas entertainment. She said they marched in to the music, and everyone [deletion: says] thought it was the prettiest price in the service. Isn’t that strange? About coming on the Erie. I suppose you mean to arrive at 2.43. In that case I could come either by Dayton and Salamanca, B.R. & P. to Cuba, or P.R.R. to Olean. Nell goes on the B.R. & P. and K. Mayo on the Pennsylvania. On the Erie I would have to be alone. Naturally I don’t know which to do. You might be ready to advise me when I call up. But I hope the B. & S. will be all right. I have 52 miles of interchangeable mileage and about eight dollars in cash. Must stop now and go to bed. With lots of love, Mary.
Rosa, Mary and Wellesley College Archives, "Letter from Mary Rosa, Wellesley, Massachusetts, to her mother, 1910 December 13" (1910). Mary Rosa letters (6C1914). 175.