Jan 14 1905
Dear Rose,
It is now just twenty-five minutes past ten o’clock on Saturday night when I am beginning to start your letter. I am waiting for the people to get to bed so I can have full swing in the bath tub or full swim I should said. I suppose you will say you are glad I am kept waiting or I would never write but it’s better late than never, Rose.
I suppose you are kept busy hammering knowledge into the heads of those youngsters down there. I wish you would send me some by male. You know I have just let another birth-day pass and I’m beginning to wonder if I hadn’t better pick up with some old batch before long.
Old age is honorable, but Old Maids are abominable.
You will have to excuse this letter Rose as its written so long past my bedtime that I’m not accountable for what I say.
Mrs. Esty thought your photo fine Rose. I believe I’ll have to have some taken to send to some Convent just for a bluff, seeing I can’t go myself send a picture. That’s an awful one on you, send your picture to the convent and send to
Never mind Rose. I’m only jealous because I have not a Howard of my own. If I had I would have joined the Sons of Rest long ago.
I really do believe I’ll have to shut up and go to bed it’s nearly eleven so hoping to get a quick reply I will say good night.
I remain as ever
Lovingly Marise (?)
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