Written from Exeter, New Hampshire. Describes the "slowest preacher that ever was called to the sacred desk," having listened to a sermon that morning of two hours and ten minutes. She responds to Grace's suggestion that she "come home and put myself under a doctor's care!" with "Fudge! ... A doctor would surely kill me." She urges Grace to tell Georgia's mother not to worry about her, and tells Grace not to study too much. She reports that she has been stopping to eat a grape at the end of every sentence, and asks Grace if she likes astronomy. She tells Grace "I think it was using Stevie rather mean, not to let him take you home. I have no doubt, that when you have entered the state of spinsterhood, that you will look back with regret on that lost opportunity." She laments the heavy dust of Exeter and reports that a local man recently died they found his lungs full of dust, "which it is supposed he inhaled at the camp-meeting and which they decided was the cause of his demise. This is no fish-story but gospel truth." Envelope postmarked at Exeter, September 20, 1865, addressed to "Miss Grace D. Nichols, Rockland, Maine."