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Marked Indianapolis letters Evidently Miss Annie Muir is the one here addressed Pasadena, March 18, '95. Dear Miss Muir:
Perhaps you are out here by this time, too. The little Phoebe was growing so thin and weak shut up within the brick walls
of Baltimore that I at last consented to accept my father's oft-repeated invitation and go to them in California. Such separations
are very hard, and I hope we shall never be compelled to do such a thing again. But Phoebe is thriving here and my father
and mother are less lonely. My brother Sam is managing and working on the ranch seven miles from here, and we are all to move
over to the new home next month. Mr. Foster will begin teaching again in the fall, but does not know yet in what part of this
big country we may be. He so much prefers college teaching that he would rather have such a position than receive a large
salary in a public academy or high school. I wish you were an influential trustee of some flourishing educational institution
and felt it necessary to fill a chair of History and Economics, or Literature, or Greek. It is going to be a very difficult
matter for us to decide, for we are hoping with all our hope that a position will present itself which we shall be willing
to keep for life. We are homesick and long to settle down and change about no more. I suppose you feel that you have two
homes now that so many of you are in that paradise of an Alhambra Valley. I wish I had an opportunity of seeing your brother's
books; I surely shall sometime; they would be delightful reading. You do not say anything of those little girls; they were
very interesting to me. Janet Moores is at home now, and almost herself again, everyone says, but still very nervous; her
mother is almost worn out entertaining her, trying to bring back the old sunny Janet. I have less time for reading here,
as there is much to do about the house as well as caring for the little girl now fifteen months old. The truth is that I can
just squeeze in the Outlook each week and the Review of Reviews; I grasp at every minute. As soon as we have decided on our
next year's whereabouts I shall write and tell you, but I hope to hear from you before that. I shall ask Mr. Foster whether
there is still a picture of Phoebe at one year. Much love to you Your friend, Anna Merrill Foster The ranch address will
be La Crescenta, Los Angeles Co., Calif. I'll be there all summer.