We put on the very prettiest
gowns we had with us, but the effect was disappointing, for our red
faces looked redder than ever above delicate laces and silks. The
ceremony was at noon--was very pretty--and everything passed off
beautifully. The breakfast was delicious, and we wondered at the
dainty dishes served so far from a caterer. The house was not large,
and every bit of air had been shut out by darkening the windows, but
we were spared the heat and smell of lamps on the hot day by the rooms
being lighted by hundreds of candles, each one with a pretty white
shade. But some of us felt smothered, and as soon as the affair was
over, started immediately for the camp, where we could have
exhilarating mountain air once more.
It was really one whole day stolen from our outing! We can always have
crowded rooms, receptions, and breakfasts, wherever we happen to be in
the East, but when again will we be in a glorious camp like this--and
our days here are to be so few! From here we are to go to Salt Lake
City for a week or two.
THE WALKER HOUSE, SALT LAKE CITY, UTAH.
September, 1888.
THE weather is still very warm, but not hot enough to keep us from
going to the lake as usual this morning. The ride is about eighteen
miles long, and is always more or less pleasant. The cars, often long
trains, are narrow gauge, open, and airy.
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