
          Thursday 


 Dear Doctor


 Pickering, who has been 
 staying in Boston since the death of 
 his uncle, called out yesterday 
 & spent the afternoon with me. 
 He enquired very particularly and
 kindly after you, expressed much
 desire to see you. Said he should
 still be here till early in July, 
 probably, and asked me to be sure to 
 let him know when you came on.


 I am sadly [burned?], overpressed
 with work, now, long for the
 end of term.


 A.G.


 N.B. Bring green fruit of 
 Mandrake!
        