May 3, 1896
From: William A Gray
To: Ruth Barrell, % Mrs James Myrick, 279 Gates Ave, Brooklyn, NY
This morning dawned very dark and gloomy and continued so until your letter
arrived, which seemed to me to be an agreeable substitute for the sun which has failed to
appear thus far.
Your letter was the first intimation I have received of the postponement of your visit,
until Wednesday, but this is not strange, in view of the fact that I spend 24 hours of the day
in this isolated place (Amber Lodge) and am almost as remote from the affairs of the rest
of the world as though I were an occupant of the planet Mars.
I must confess my ignorance of what you mean by that peculiar past time “tufting
comfortables.” I should rather call it, tufting uncomfortables, as it seems to have the
tendency to give one a head-ache. Isn’t that work rather unseasonable for now? The mere
thought of the weather we’ve recently gone through would have given me a sort of
incurable head-ache. I confess it isn’t so today, for I could have used a couple of them last
night without having felt any different than their name implies in the singular. Read the rest of this entry »