[Manchester—Thursday, 3 September 1874]
Thursday the 3d. Dear Lizzy is ill at Rye. Expected Mrs Hunt according to her own appointment with [illegible name], there was no one at the station so Jamie and I went into the woods alone together—they were never more beautiful, we went to the Dana place where we could sit under the pines overlooking the sea. The soft haze of autumn overspread the distance—sails floated in a cloudland of their own, and the ripening fruits of the wilderness hung in a rich glory all around us. It was a lovely scene.
