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after a while I lost it and have ever since been trying 
to find it among his collections of short papers, but 
never succeeded. The morning I went to bid them 
good-bye she looked for it and showed me one or two 
that she thought might be the article I liked so much; 
but I remembered my favorite phrases word for word, 
and they did not correspond. But just as we were 
leaving in the late afternoon a package was brought 
to me — a volume containing the paper I had been 
seeking this many a year from Mr. Miiller himself, 
and my name on the fly-leaf, “with the regards of 
the author.”’ I don’t know when anything has given 
me so much pleasure. 
Good-night and good-bye. I shall write next from 
Venice. I am with you at Nahant “every day and 
hour,”’ as the old song says. 
Casa Biondettt, Venice, June 22, 1895 
I ruinkK that our life differs from that of many visi- 
tors to Venice. Being all women and all of one mind, 
we are absolutely irresponsible as to hours and rules. 
Every one breakfasts when she sees fit, and as we have 
the most amiable of cooks and housekeepers in our 
padrona, she never minds any amount of unpunctu- 
ality. A life so free from conventionalities and at the 
same time so sympathetic was never shared I think 
by a household of half a dozen people. 
But with all the charm of Venice, I think the great- 
est happiness of my life here is the thought of Nahant. 
To picture you all on my piazza or yours, to think of 
Carrie driving up to your door or mine, all this com- 
