that only come after hard rains. I think Polly and I are going to take another wonderful horseback ride in the Bolton Hills sometime today and it will be perfectly beautiful I know.
Last night we went to another wedding in Glens Falls (I seem to be taken in on more weddings lately) which was held in Dr. Newell's Episcopal Church and was very lovely. The wedding will be of more interest to you and Father if you know that the bride was the niece of the wife of Father's friend Mark Allen, and the groom was Baucus Kellogg the son of Judge Kellogg, of whom I think I've heard Father speak of once or twice. I had a lovely talk with Mrs. Marcus Allen and she is very sweet. She says she still has in her possession the letter Father wrote her husband in answer to the letter the latter wrote Father when I was born and she says they both were screamingly funny.
Day before yesterday I went over