
Do you remember when you lived near the corner of 12th and M streets in Washington
D.C., some little children who lived on the other corner? Probably you do not, nor
that you used to be very good to them, playing "tag" and marbles with them—now and then
letting them drink out of your brown water jug with Rebecca at the well on
it—a great honor. It happens that I was one of these children—my Father
was Solicitor of the Treasury, Edward Jordan. Now I am teaching
English Rhetoric in this College for girls and even more indebted to you for
pleasure and
help than
I used to be in the old days. May not Miss Peck, a fellow teacher of mine, and great
admirer of yours, and I come to see you some day between April 1. and April 12.? My
vacation, between these dates will be spent in Elizabeth New Jersey, so that we can
come down to Camden without difficulty.
