She wrote:
I have an acute attack of enlargement of the heart. So many
things have happened since your leaving. But first I must tell
you about your sketch. We just know you did not leave it here.
Katy says there was not a scrap in our bedroom when she cleaned
it; and as she knows you make plans and how precious they are to
you, I guarantee she would have saved it if she had found
anything looking like a parallelogram on a piece of paper. And I
have very nearly combed the lawn, not only the north side, but
the west, south, and east; and then I broke the laws and went
over to your house and crawled through a basement window and
worked my way up, and I have hunted every room in it, but there
is nothing there. You must have lost that sketch after you
reached San Francisco. I hope to all that's peaceful you did not
lay it down in the offices of Nicholson and Snow, or where you
take your lessons. I know nothing about architecture, but I do
know something about comfort in a home, and I thought that was
the most comfortable and convenient-looking house I ever had
seen.
Now I'll go on and tell you all the news, and I don't know which
is the bigger piece to burst on you first. Would you be more
interested in knowing that Peter Morrison has bought three acres
on the other side of the valley from us and up quite a way, or in
the astonishing fact that I have a new dress, a perfect love of a
dress, really too good for school? You know there was blood in
my eye when you left, and I didn't wait long to start action.
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