Yes, my darling, I have had Feb. 2 & 4 in mind many days already. I shall noft forget.

Weather? Yes. We have had a trifle of it. It is 7 days, now, since our thermometer has been above zero. In fact, on each of the 7 we have seen it from 10 to 24 below. It is 10 below, now—middle of the afternoon; but I am in my bag, in bed, & unspeakably snug & comfortable. That bag is the greatest thing in the world.

Got here at 4 2.30 pm & ate dinner & went at once to bed—as usual. Fairchild came in, a moment (poor fellow, he will be defeated for U. S. Senate tonight)—he told us so himself) & said the girls are out of town; asked us to supper—declined. We didn’t got Ⓐemendation to see Emma Sayles, or drop her a note, either—both either would occupy time, & we this business rigidly requires that we give time to nothing & to nobody.

Had a letter from Sue, & she seems to like the jug I sent her; I am very glad of that, for I was a little uncertain.

Got Jean’s letter—dear old faithful correspondent. I love you, sweetheart. (Leave here at midnight).