Letters to a Friend 



squarely in a single day. Whitney says that 

 the bottom has fallen out of the rocks here 

 (which I most devoutly disbelieve). Well, the 

 bottom frequently falls out of these winter 

 clouds and climates. It is seldom that any long 

 transition slant exists between dark and bright 

 days in this narrow world of rocks. 



I know that you are enchanted with the April 

 loveliness of your new home. You enjoy the 

 most precious kind of sunshine, and by this 

 time flower-patches cover the hills about Oak 

 land like colored clouds. I would like to visit 

 these broad outspread blotches of social flowers 

 that are so characteristic of your hills, but far 

 rather would I see and feel the flowers that are 

 now at Fountain Lake and the lakes of Madi 

 son. 



Mrs. Hutchings thought of sending you a 

 bulb of the California lily by mail but found 

 it too large. She wished to be remembered to 

 you. Your Squirrel is very happy. She is a 

 rare creature. 



I hope to see you and the Doctor soon in the 

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