With my usual pleasant thoughts of you, are mingled, today, some very uncomfortable doubts, as to the propriety of my calling on you at so late an hour last evening.

As Mama agrees with me in thinking I ought to have called earlier, or have waited for a more favorable opportunity, I take the liberty of writing a few lines to you, hoping to remove any unpleasant impression I may have given.

I had promised to see Florence early on Monday evening, if possible, to make certain arrangements, which I found would prevent my seeing you today; and expecting a cousin to keep me at home the rest of the week, I could not resist the temptation to call for a few minutes: so let the eight o'clock car go by, although it was then late as I cared to be out, unattended, on so lonely a street as yours.

Then you were so very cordial, and I wanted so much to remain, that when Mr. Barry kindly expressed his willingness to see me safely home, I again yielded to inclination, yet feeling, all the while, a little uncertain, as though my coming at that time, if no intrusion, would at least seem strange to you.

Nevertheless, I enjoyed one of the pleasant evenings, that I must ever remember as among the happiest, & most profitable I have known. For truly, dear Mrs. Glover, you call out all the good in my nature; not alone, I think, by your teachings, but your very presence inspires one with a respect and love, for the pure, the beautiful & true; making one more fully realize the blessed privilege of living a noble, unselfish life.

Every day am I thankful for the good fortune that led me to you: and for the interest you have shown in me, an entire stranger, I am very grateful, desiring nothing more earnestly than to deserve, and win your approval.

But my few? words of apology, are rapidly taking the the form of a letter; and so, hoping that we may see you soon, and wishing you success, in all your efforts for the good of ignorant and suffering humanity,