112 ELIZABETH CARY AGASSIZ 
“eall my neighbors in.”” Somehow or other since I re- 
turned to Cambridge the frost of New England begins 
to settle over me, and I am afraid that no amount of 
tea will make people sociable. However I’m going to 
begin tomorrow with a judicious selection of Cam- 
bridge neighbors and a sprinkling of Boston, and see 
how I fare. 
March 10 
I HAVE set up a teakettle and called my neighbors in, 
as I threatened in my last letter, and greatly to my sur- 
prise my neighbors came and seemed to have a good 
time. I can hear Sallie say that it’s another reason for 
gratitude in being out of Cambridge, if Lizzie is going 
to undertake to have tea-parties. Sisterly affection 
would oblige her to come and how she would hate it! 
Emma would like it and be all ready to help me. 
Yesterday we dined at Tom Appleton’s [the broth- 
er-in-law of Longfellow]. The dinner, by the way, 
was given to us in honor of the Brazilian book, 
and one of the ornaments was a very brilliant Bra- 
zilian parrot in ice, with a superb crimson sherbet 
head and every conceivable shade done in various 
kinds of water ice. It was a very pretty device and 
made a great deal of fun. Tom Appleton has been 
very sympathetic about the book — “Such a charm- 
ing book,” he says, ‘“‘and so ladylike.” 
Nahant, September 5, 1868 
Acassiz, I suppose, is now in Denver. It was hard 
for me to make up my mind to his going without me. 
