“I was so glad to receive your letter this morning dear Julian, and to hear all that you have been doing since I said goodbye. If the days seem long to you, what must they seem to me, for you have so many things to occupy and interest you in the city . . . I have paid a visit to your pets the chickens, and succeeded after some time and trouble in catching one, but as the little thing did not seem to appreciate or enjoy the advances I made towards his acquaintance, I let it go, and was quite amused to see it skip away as fast as it tiny feet could carry it to the hen coop, where no doubt after it was safely sheltered, it related its thrilling experiences (sic) to its wondering (?) friends and relations. The storm which had been gathering broke with great violence, and my lullaby last night was the patter of heavy falling rain, and the mournful sighing of the north east wind. Late this afternoon the rain ceased, and calling my big Newfoundland dog I took a run out to the old oak which is situated on a little hill back of the barn and commands quite a wide expanse of country. It was misting slightly, and seen through the thin gray haze the plains and hills beyond looked soft and shadowy. I should have taken a run into (?) the adjoining (sic) fields, had not the thought of the four footed animals called cows, suggested itself to my mind, so I returned to the house and finished the afternoon by unpacking my trunk . . . Now dear Julian I have a favor to ask of you. Do not refuse my position which you think best to accept on my account, but act exactly as you would have done if you had never met me. It would make me feel most unpleasantly if I thought for a moment that I was a hinderence (sic) in any way to your advancement. Ever your loving Anna”

Anna Dwight Baker, Windham to Julian Alden Weir, New York City, April 27, 1882
National Park Service, Weir Farm National Historic Site, Wilton, CT