THE CALIFORNIA LIMITED,
SANTA FE ROUTE,
December 2nd, 1899.

MY DEAR MARGOT,

Two nights are passed—today the third will come. If it proves as pleasant and somnolent as the last two, I [shall] rejoice.

The scenery today I am passing through is much like the neighbourhood of Delhi, the beginning of a big desert, bleak hills, scanty, thorny shrubs, very little water. The little streams are frozen, but during the middle of the day it is hot. Must be [illegible] I presume, in summer.

I send this to the care of Mrs. Adams [1] , as I don’t know your address. The Chicago work will not give you much, I am sure, except in education in the methods here, which I am sure will work out soon.

ⓘ[1] Probably Mrs. Milward Adams.

With all love and blessings,
VIVEKANANDA.