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Saturday Aug 9th
Dear Miss Cutler,
The beautiful days remaining are almost numbered, but it is good to think that we can stay till the eighth. I do so hope that you and Miss Bristol will be able to drive down–please urge her very much to make room for it among her plans. Chocorua is even lovelier in the autumn than in the early part of the summer. It must be glorious in October, and even later, when it is a land of bared bouts and grieving wind.
We do many happy things. To-day, for instance, seven of us, including the two Misses Caverno, went blue-berrying. I suppose there is something about blue-berrying which always makes it a delightful activity but this particular time was exceptionally so. I don’t need to say why! I really never did know anyone who could tell so many funny stories as Miss Caverno. But we did pick berries, too, seven good quarts.
Then we are rehearsing for the choir, in which function every ones is taking the greatest interest. Five of us expect to sing in church tomorrow with Miss Auslow at the piano. We have even worked up an anthem ^ “Hear me, O Father” ^ in which Miss Estelle Smith has a line or two of contralto solo. She has a lovely voice and makes up for us of-more-ordinary-quality sopranos; namely, Marion Pfund, Mildred Porter, Betty, and myself. We have already told you about Mr. McQueen’s kindness. The nicest trip we had was to “Diana’s Baths.” It is a rapid stream which has a worn depression in the huge rocks over which it flows. The depression suggests the name. The water is icy cold and very clean. While Mr. McQueen went off to play golf the rest of us followed up its course, wading through the water bare-footed. Tony and I went for more than a mile and found some beautifully colored stones. We also noted some birds and other wood-creatures on either wooded bank.
We certainly are besieged with wasps! I want you about the hornets down the boat because, well, we got those nicely cleaned out. At present we are battling with a nest of wasps at the entrances to the house (that on where there is an electric bell). We are stuffing up their holes with putty.
Miss Caverno has written you about the meeting which the New Hampshire Club of Smith Alumnae wish to hold here. Miss Bates wrote that each person would bring her own ^lunch and^ silver and cup. Miss Preston says she will be very glad to supply hot coffee or whatever other drinks they would like. Miss Bates is very enthusiastic about the prospect of meeting at Juniper Lodge and thinks that every one else will be too.
Our guests arrive and depart at the times appointed and all is going well. Everyone is very congenial and more than willing to be of help. And everyone is in love with the Caverno’s. They surely are rare souls and so entertaining.
Betty would like to stay till the end of the month and Miss Preston and I have both extended your invitation to her to do so. It is doing her a great deal of good to have this rest and happy atmosphere before she starts for India.
Sincerely always,
Elizabeth Nagy
Please give no thought to my plupical [?] constitution or of any possibility of my exerting it, it could not be done. I am not doing enough. But seriously I am mindful of what you say and hope to present myself for my work at Smith College in the best of health.
[Letter to Miss Cutler from Elizabeth Nagy, 1924, Smith College Archives, Buildings Records, Box 219, Juniper Lodge, A – Correspondence.]
