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Boston. August 22nd 1888.

Dear Anne, Dear Adeline and to your dear sister:

Imagine what it was to drop down from your mountains into the city on the muggiest of Saturday nights! Not a breath was stirring; a white veil, "like a face cloth to a face" floated still, over the sky: Beneath, the lamps plunged their lights down so deep into the still river

that it seemed bottomless and one small boat drifted or lightly struck its oars now and then and gave almost the only sign of life that came to me in the late evening from all this near, great, city. The heat of the night was intense - not a leaf stirred and I missed the freshness we had left. Sarah stopped at Lo. Berwick

about two hours short of my journey's end but with Robert [Elsvale] and very talkative parlor car conductor I was well tided over the time. The young man came to introduce himself as a friend of Mrs. [illegible] who had told him we were to be expected in this car about that time. He is truly a character such as America only can show [illegible]. He is a theological student at Yale, already preaching whenever he can get a chance. He showed me with great pride the very small church

in Reading where he was to preach the following day! Also he brushed the coats and hats of all the men and women in the car, brought them water and answered their questions as if he had never thought of any other work in life. He says he is one of Mrs. Livermore's boys and I thought he did justice to his training.

My right hand may forget its cunning but I shall not forget our days together in your Earthly Paradise. We both enjoyed every moment of it and I have been wishing to tell you so ever [letters crossed out] since my return, but I have been steadily occupied every hour flinging myself into bed each night with

[written vertically on page] a sense of entire fatigue which usually induces good rest. Can I do anything for you here? You have done much for me in these days which we have passed together! Affectionately yours Annie Fields

Letter from Annie Adams Fields, Boston, Massachusetts, to Anne Whitney, 1888 August 22



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