TO: Louise Norcross
I received your feather with profound emotion. It has already surmounted a work, and crossed the Delaware. Doubltess you are moulting a la canary bird - hope you will not suffer from the reduction of plumage these December days. The latitude is quite stiff for a few nights, and gentlemen and ladies who go barefoot in our large cities must find the climate uncomfortable. A land of frosts and zeros is not precisely the land for me; hope you find it congenial. I believe it is several hundred years since I met you and Fanny, yet I am pleased to say, you do not become dim; I think you rather brighten as the hours fly. I should love to see you dearly, girls; perhaps I may, before south winds, but I feel rather confused to-day, and the future looks "higglety- pigglety."
You seem to take a similing view of my finery. If you knew how solemn it was to me, you might be induced to curtail your jests. My sphere is doubltess calicoes, nevertheless I thought it meet to sport a little wool. The mirth it has occasioned will deter me from further exhibitions! Won't you tell "the public" that at present I wear a brown dress with a cape if possible browner, and carry a parsol of the same! We have at present one cat, and twenty-four hens, who do nothing so vulgar as lay an egg, which checks the ice-cream tendency.
I miss the grasshoppers much, but suppose it is all for the best. I should become too much attached to a trotting world.
My garden is all covered up by snow; picked gilliflower Tuesday, now gilliflowers are asleep. The hills take off their purple frocks, and dress in long white nightgowns.
There is something fine and something sad in the year's toilet. . . .
We often talk of you and your father these new winter days. Write, dear, when you feel like it.