
          Wednesday Evening 


 My dear friend


 Oh how tired I am. 
 Having no college duties to-day, I 
 have at work in the garden, delving, 
 putting, and lifting heavy stones, and 
 I can now scarcely lift my hand. 


 Yours of the 27th reached me yesterday 
 and, as there will be no time tomorrow,
 I must write a few lines, accompanying 
 a check on Merchants Bank Boston
 for $185.25 (Mrs. T. [Torrey] asked me to deduct 
 $14.75.) Your note I have filed away 
 with the other. If it be quite 
 as convenient to you to retain it, I 
 would rather you would keep the 
 whole till winter or next spring, or 
 later. 


 I am truly sorry that 
 this business of butcher's [crossed out: offall] offal 
 came so inopportunely as to prevent 
 my having the pleasure of seeing you. It is very dry
 and dusty here. We have had 
 no rain for a long time indeed. 
 But it now looks as if it might 
 rain to-morrow.!!
        