Thanksgiving 1888

Maria Austin, N.Y.C. to Aida Austin, Eldred, N.Y.

Dear Sister Aida,
Well, I didn’t spend all Thanksgiving eating as you did.

But you may think I spent it worse when I tell you I was reading “Mignon.” I think Mignon perfectly hideous, but I blame her husband more than I do her. Although he was a splendid man, no woman could love nor respect him. I had no patience with him. But I was just in love with Leo and Olga. I am so glad they are married for they are just lovely. You had oughta read the book.

The tall man and the short man are boarding at Net’s. I haven’t seen her yet. Ida goes to Philadelphia tomorrow to spend the week.

My pencil is only about an inch long and my hand is tired of holding it so I will stop writing.

Ever your loving sister,

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