[Boston—Friday, 21 February 1868]
Friday. Feb. 21st We go to Providence tonight to hear Dr. Marigold. I have been full of plans for next week which is to be a busy season with us of company.
The weather has suddenly grown warm.
I am reading Carlyle’s French Revolution & The Tale of the Two Cities together!!! I can hardly conceive of a finer literary treat. I could go into the Wilds with these and my house—but then I should lose Dickens so I mean to say nothing else in praise of banishment perpetual (whatever I may think of it for the summer) all my life long, but when I fancy I should have preferred that I must say to myself, then you would never have known the joy of Dickens’s friendship nor of Mrs Stowe, nor of many good souls close by our door.
