MRS. KATE ADAMS KELLER
York, March 31, 1895.
and I spent the afternoon at Mr. Hutton's, and had a most delightful
time!... We met Mr. Clemens and Mr. Howells there! I had known about them
for a long time; but I had never thought that I should see them, and talk
to them; and I can scarcely realize now that this great pleasure has been
mine! But, much as I wonder that I, only a little girl of fourteen, should
come in contact with so many distinguished people, I do realize that I am
a very happy child, and very grateful for the many beautiful privileges I
have enjoyed. The two distinguished authors were very gentle and kind, and
I could not tell which of them I loved best. Mr. Clemens told us many
entertaining stories, and made us laugh till we cried. I only wish you
could have seen and heard him! He told us that he would go to Europe in a
few days to bring his wife and his daughter, Jeanne, back to America,
because Jeanne, who is studying in Paris, has learned so much in three
years and a half that if he did not bring her home, she would soon know
more than he did. I think Mark Twain is a very appropriate nom de plume
for Mr. Clemens because it has a funny and quaint sound, and goes well
with his amusing writings, and its nautical significance suggests the deep
and beautiful things that he has written. I think he is very handsome
indeed.... Teacher said she thought he looked something like Paradeuski.
(If that is the way to spell the name.) Mr. Howells told me a little about
Venice, which is one of his favorite cities, and spoke very tenderly of
his dear little girl, Winnifred, who is now with God. He has another
daughter, named Mildred, who knows Carrie. I might have seen Mrs. Wiggin,
the sweet author of "Birds' Christmas Carol," but she had a
dangerous cough and could not come. I was much disappointed not to see
her, but I hope I shall have that pleasure some other time. Mr. Hutton
gave me a lovely little glass, shaped like a thistle, which belonged to
his dear mother, as a souvenir of my delightful visit. We also met Mr.
Rogers... who kindly left his carriage to bring us home.
the Wright-Humason School closed for the summer, Miss Sullivan and Helen
MRS. LAURENCE HUTTON
Alabama, July 29, 1895.
am spending my vacation very quietly and pleasantly at my beautiful, sunny
home, with my loving parents, my darling little sister and my small
brother, Phillips My
precious teacher is with me too, and so of course I am happy I read a
little, walk a little, write a little and play with the children a great
deal, and the days slip by delightfully!...
friends are so pleased with the improvement which I made in speech and
lip-reading last year, that it has been decided best for me to continue my
studies in New York another year I am delighted at the prospect, of
spending another year in your great city I used to think that I should
never feel "at home" in New York, but since I have made the
acquaintance of so many people, and can look back to such a bright and
successful winter there, I find myself looking forward to next year, and
anticipating still brighter and better times in the Metropolis
give my kindest love to Mr Hutton, and Mrs Riggs and Mr Warner too,
although I have never had the pleasure of knowing him personally As I
listen Venicewards, I hear Mr Hutton's pen dancing over the pages of his
new book It is a pleasant sound because it is full of promise How much I
shall enjoy reading it!
pardon me, my dear Mrs Hutton, for sending you a typewritten letter across
the ocean I have tried
several times to write with a pencil on my little writing machine since I
came home; but I have found it very difficult to do so on account of the
heat The moisture of my hand
soils and blurs the paper so dreadfully, that I am compelled to use my
typewriter altogether And it is not my "Remington" either, but a
naughty little thing that gets out of order on the slightest provocation,
and cannot be induced to make a period...
MRS. WILLIAM THAW
York, October 16, 1895.
we are once more in the great metropolis! We left Hulton Friday night and
arrived here Saturday morning. Our friends were greatly surprised to see
us, as they had not expected us before the last of this month. I rested
Saturday afternoon, for I was very tired, and Sunday I visited with my
schoolmates, and now that I feel quite rested, I am going to write to you;
for I know you will want to hear that we reached New York safely. We had
to change cars at Philadelphia; but we did not mind it much. After we had
had our breakfast, Teacher asked one of the train-men in the station if
the New York train was made up. He said no, it would not be called for
about fifteen minutes; so we sat down to wait; but in a moment the man
came back and asked Teacher if we would like to go to the train at once.
She said we would, and he took us way out on the track and put us on board
our train. Thus we avoided the rush and had a nice quiet visit before the
train started. Was that not very kind? So it always is. Some one is ever
ready to scatter little acts of kindness along our pathway, making it
smooth and pleasant...
had a quiet but very pleasant time in Hulton. Mr. Wade is just as dear and
good as ever! He has lately had several books printed in England for me,
"Old Mortality," "The Castle of Otranto" and
"King of No-land."...
MISS CAROLINE DERBY
York, December 29, 1895.
and I have been very gay of late. We have seen our kind friends, Mrs.
Dodge, Mr. and Mrs. Hutton, Mrs. Riggs and her husband, and met many
distinguished people, among whom were Miss Ellen Terry, Sir Henry Irving
and Mr. Stockton! Weren't we very fortunate? Miss Terry was lovely. She
kissed Teacher and said, "I do not know whether I am glad to see you
or not; for I feel so ashamed of myself when I think of how much you have
done for the little girl." We also met Mr. and Mrs. Terry, Miss
Terry's brother and his wife. I thought her beauty angellic, and oh, what
a clear, beautiful voice she had! We saw Miss Terry again with Sir Henry
in "King Charles the First," a week ago last Friday, and after
the play they kindly let me feel of them and get an idea of how they
looked. How noble and kingly the King was, especially in his misfortunes!
And how pretty and faithful the poor Queen was! The play seemed so real,
we almost forgot where we were, and believed we were watching the genuine
scenes as they were acted so long ago. The last act affected us most
deeply, and we all wept, wondering how the executioner could have the
heart to tear the King from his loving wife's arms.
have just finished reading "Ivanhoe." It was very exciting; but
I must say I did not enjoy it very much. Sweet Rebecca, with her strong,
brave spirit, and her pure, generous nature, was the only character which
thoroughly won my admiration. Now I am reading "Stories from Scottish
History," and they are very thrilling and absorbing!...