[North Conway—Saturday, 27 June 1874]

Saturday June 27. Warm perfect June Day. Creep about a little with mother. Poor J. finds it somewhat dull here. I amuse myself between writes observing the people. Miss Beck who is possessed with a kind of genius of the past delights me with her repertory of queer words. She said yesterday of her minister it was a pity he had such a “slimsy-slumsey” manner. Another time. Somebody said—so and so has money. Yes said Miss Beck “where there is such a “sight” it is a pity t’isnt used.” I must make haste to pick up more; they are so queer.

Miss Morrill is too ill to do much more than sit crocheting continually and talking when opportunity serves. She is a Virginian by birth and education and her pronunciation has wandered so far away from the vernacular that she told me in speaking of Charles Kingsley that she could not understand what he said when he read his lectures. She is really an intelligent woman for her country and opportunities but the efforts in regard to the emancipation and superior development of women have no interest for her nor can she yet do more than tolerate the conquerors of the South—nevertheless she is determined to be friendly but it is odd and pleasant too, to see the real progress the North has made. Even bigoted people cannot shut out breezes, and ideas seen to blow in the windows when they have taken such firm root as they have done in New England.


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