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Letter from Miss Mabel Hubbard to Dr. Alexander Graham Bell.
PALACE HOTEL,
San Francisco, Tuesday, Nov. 21, 1876.
My dear Alec:
I had two letters from you yesterday, so I fear that I shall have none today.
We have had such a beautiful day, the weather was summer-like and the sky cloudless, though part of the time a mist hid the distant hills. Aunt Sophie appeared before breakfast and afterwards took us over to Oakland across the bay, to see her mother, Mrs. Hunt's place. The steamer landed us at the Overland railroad wharf which reaches a mile into the bay and the steam cars took us on through the middle of the city, stopped at a crossing, and then the tiny horse-car carried us a mile to the gate. Mrs. Hunt has such a pretty place nestling beside low hills, and with long walks lined with lovely roses now in full bloom. There is a tiny brook running through with high steep banks, shaded by thick trees and covered with exquisite ivy, the loveliest and coolest place I ever saw. Mrs. Hunt was very kind and pleasant, and after lunch Aunt Sophie took us out for a drive in her carriage. We went up over the hills past Fiedmont Fiedmont Springs, and had a perfect bird's-eye view of about the loveliest land and water I ever saw. There was the long narrow blue bay glittering in the bright noonday sun, the wooded hills and mountainous islands, surrounding and rising up in it. San Francisco in the distance spreading over it's many hills, Oakland the Cambridge of California lying below us, and over all the tender beautiful mist and pale blue sky. Oakland has a larger number of rarely pretty
With very much love,
Ever your May.