My Dear Sister—I think Livy told me a day or two ago, (or to write Annie, or somebody) that the gloves had been found here (or that they had been found, I cannot be sure at this distance, which it was, but no matter.) We greatly enjoyed Sam’s visit, but it must have been intolerably stupid to him. I was in a smouldering rage, the whole time, over the precious days & weeks of time which Bret Harte was losing for me—so I was no company for Sam or anybody else. Livy thinks, however, that Sam entertained himself with books & had a tolerably pleasant time. I hope so, I am sure.