April 17 Saturday - At 3 a.m. in Redding, Conn., Sam began a letter to William Dean Howells, that he added to at 10 a.m.
My pen has gone dry, & the ink is out of reach. Howells, Did you write me day-before-day-before yesterday, or did I dream it? In my mind’s eye I most vividly see your handwrite on a square blue envelop in the mail-pile. I have hunted the house over but there is no such letter. Was it an illusion?