early spring 1881
TO: Louise and Frances Norcross
The divine deposit came safely in the little bank. We have heard of the "deeds of the spirit," but are his acts gamboge and pink? A morning call from Gabriel is always a surprise. Were we more fresh from Eden we were expecting him - but Genesis is a "far journey." Thank you for the loveliness.
We have had two hurricanes within as many hours, one of which came near enough to untie my apron - but this moment the sun shines, a garden in the lane to set out slips of bluebird. The moon grows from symptom - the sails are set for summer, East India Wharf. Sage and saucy ones talk of an equinoctial, and are trying the chimneys, but I am "short of hearing," as the deaf say. Blessed are they that play, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. Love like a rose from each one, and Maggie's a Burgundy one she ardently asks.