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I am returned safe and sound to Columbus (though my heart as you know remained farther east). I should say at once that my father thinks it best that I attend the university here after all, though I have pressed my cause for Yale. I cannot discern his change of mind, as my aunt, whom you met that first Saturday and again Sunday afternoon, expressed her wish that I would return this fall when we said farewell. It was on her good report as well as mine that he had pledged his blessing.