Dear Austin, —I've been trying to think this morning how many weeks it was since you went away — I fail in calculations; it seems so long to me since you went back to school that I set down days for years, and weeks for a score of years — not reckoning time by minutes, I don't know what to think of such great discrepancies between the actual hours and those which “seem to be”. It may seem long to you since you returned to Boston — how I wish you could stay and never go back a