1 June 1891
Dear Holliday,Oh, I couldn't possibly visit you, you live at a resort and I'm not fit for company. I wouldn't want to pull focus away from you. If you aren't terribly busy dancing all the time, though, you are of course welcome to come here whenever you like. I'm certain my father wouldn't mind, so long as I give our cook enough of a notice to have something ready for you to eat so we don't seem unprepared hosts.
Love,
T. Urquart
T. Urquart
pinned my hopes to the summit of someday
Magnolia