Feby 7" 1923
My dear Mrs Lovett
I think of you with gratitude and affection every single day from the time I put on my stockings in the morning until I put on my warm gown at night!
We have been in India only ten days but it seems as if it were so many weeks, the letters of introduction we had hand us on from one group to the next, of missionary & educators, native "social workers," government officials and have a very learned and [page 2] withal charming archaeologist who has taken us into his friendly keeping until we almost feel learned ourselves.
The Gandhi movement is in a very perplexing stage -- it is only possible for him to receive two visitors each six months -- his wife is one of course and the second is eagerly sought for that there is no chance for the rank outsider. His spinning school on the banks of an imposing river in which elephants bathe and upon ↑the shore of which↓ women stretch their dyed shifts, was a most engaging spot. The 150 students sleep in a simple structure in which the rooms are little more than cells, and the entire aspect was as if a new holy man was founding his monastery. The hard headed British all respect his character but [page 3] seem to think that the moment of revolt has passed. The entire relation of the two races is of course very interesting as is the introduction of the huge cotton mills -- I saw a good deal of the welfare work and housing of the operators in Bombay, it was strangely like the developments in the South a few years ago with the notable exceptions that the Indians themselves are in many cases the rich mill owners. I met the wife of one of them, Mrs Pitel who was a very cultivated woman and "up" on all the latest philanthropic lingo.
I tried to get a Dutch cap for Nancy Jane in Holland which I hope she will receive by post. Please give her my love & to 2 generations back of her!
Always devotedly yours Jane Addams