Percival Lowell
SANDY'S
FLAGSTAFF
And the Limited arrived on time; indeed five minutes ahead of it! And on the platform were all the young men: Mr. Lampland the first to greet life, and dear old Doe.
Feeling rather too tired I did not that night go up on the hill, but yesterday I spent there. Termansen is very faithful and burst into tears when I told him that his wages would run right on during his vacation. He is feeling ill and looking very bad and I have told him he must go off again. The man they have in his place, or as assistant—for they need two with their night work—is also a good worker. His name is Worthington and he seems worthy the name.
Last night I dined at the Does' and Mrs. D. showed me a crack straight across their dining-room ceiling which had been made by the earthquake of San Francisco. She said the whole room rocked and that she had to hold on to something. I did not think to inquire about it on the hill, taking for granted, indeed, that nothing had happened; but today I shall be more inquisitive.
The sweet peas, just up, asked after you, and the Indian paintbrushes sent you their regards.
Jansen told me of an interesting observation he had made on the garden. The plants there are nipped by the frost when those on the higher ground about the house escape and I have noticed the fact
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