[Boston—Wednesday, 5 June 1867]
Wednesday at 9 o’clock. We have breakfasted, said last words and are off. Good-bye has been said to poor Lissie too who did not say much in return. Alas! her heart seemed full of bitterness because the season is over, her work unfinished and we departing feeling she had failed to achieve what she had promised to herself and to us. But I have tried to make her happy this year and if I have failed it has been less my fault than an unreadiness and impossibility for enjoyment of life on her part at least while her work stands just where it is now.
The day grew more and more exquisite as we came to Plymouth—and the afternoon light as we reached Mr Willey’s illumined everything.
