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along. Dear Isabel! She has suffered much but now she says she is content & I am & we are so glad & grateful while my beloved little Nannie-for nearly 17 years my other self-loves us both & is such a comfort.

August 16, 1893

Learned that Kate Jackson & Carrie Whitely had a chalet at Chesicres-just across from ours-for Isabel has rented one for the future. How romantic is life! I have known Kate 30 years-she first brought me over& showed me the world. I returned& with Nan worked for temperance. Kate& dear Carrie came here years ago-now they have a handsome home in Evanston while my nest there is rifted and, tired by overwork, Nan & I come here to rest.-But Heaven will be best! How is Mother dear [?] today? That's the question! -We went with dear beautiful, rich natured Isabel to see her off to her mother in Savoie (Chateau Gre.g[?]) riding back lonesome like from Hotel Beau Site &watching [...]du Midi[?] & the crescent moon from our quiet balcony,

August 17, 1893

Cossie's not here! Not very lively but resumed dictation to dear little Edith after a six weeks interval. Endless letters always rise up between me Sc what I call "doing something." But one should remember that relationships official& long-continued, to great movements must involve tens of thousands of letters per year &that thus one is actually at work vitally for "the Cause" however little he may realize the fact. Read no end in the endless newspapers. The International Socialistic Congress in Zurich holds my thought. Went out in the fields awhile with dear Nan Sc fell asleep with my head in her lap. Decided to take meals downstairs-the waiters work so hard.

August 18, 1893

All day nearly among the pine woods with their healing balm, p[..]ing through hay fields whose scent of grass& flowers no sybarite can match. Bluest of skies-Mt Blanc in sight that "Kingly spirit throned among the hills." Some little spring of life in me& I lay on the ground& dictated to Edith while dear attendant Nannie, faithful, tender &true spread the cloak for me &took my head in her lap. Heaven bless my younger sister who reminded Blessed Mother of "Our Mary." She goes soon to America to look after interests mutually dear-how I hope to follow! Nan read Epictetus aloud at recess time under the trees. What great& noble philosophy-how full of love &faith toward God. Nan read from Mary Wilkins, the gifted New England girl. A rich full day.

August 19, 1893

Off again for an outdoor day. Last eve two lovely notes from