To Sister Nivedita
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 neighborhood 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, (Probably Mrs. Milward Adams.) 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.
With all love and blessings,