The Tar Baby and the Tomahawk: Race and Ethnic Images in American Children's Literature, 1880-1939

1886 Whitlock House
Marietta, Ga.
March 27
My dear Mr. Harris

Mrs. Frost and I got all ready last night to start this A.M. but long before the hour of starting we gave up any idea of it. Too bad! Is it not?

Cap't Glover, the superintendent of the Narrow Gauge road, called on me last evening to tell me that he would have a car and engine ready to take us
to the Quarry. I told him our plan and that you would not be here today if it rained and he said he would be read on Monday for us.

I also met another man connected with the road, who volunteered the information that "he'd bet we wouldn't stay four or five days at Picketts." This is encouraging. He said there were no better places at the quarry. I have my doubts all the same and intend to try Picketts.

In case it is a doubt-
-ful day on Monday. A day when it may clear or then again it may not! Would you be so kind as to telegraph me from Atlanta whether to expect you or not? I would not have time to get my baggage from here to the 'N.G.' railroad between the arrival of the Atlanta train and the departure of the N.G. but if I heard from you I could be ready or not. Don't go to any trouble about it for even if I didn't hear I could have things taken over and if you didn't come, taken back without much bother.

I think we will have
good weather though. It didn't rain here for so long a time only at Thomasville.

I won't do any gunning at Jasper, would rather sketch.

I hope we will get off on Monday. If it rains on Monday shall we say Tuesday, and so on till after the flood?

Very sincerely yours
Arthur Burdett Frost