half a mind to throw a stone as it is, and kill five barn door fowls, but I wont, I'll be considerate! Miss Susie was here on Friday, was here on Saturday, and Miss Emilie, there, on Thursday. I suppose you will go to the "Hygeum" as usual, this evening. Think it a dreadful thing for a young man under influences to frequent a hotel evenings! Am glad our Pilgrim Fathers got safely out of the way, before such shocking times!

Dear Austin, I am keen, but you are a good deal keener, I am something of a fox, but you are more of a hound! I guess we are very good friends tho', and I guess we both love Sue just as well as we can.

You needn't laugh at my letter—it's a few Variations of Greenville I thought I would send to you.

 

Affy

Emilie.

 

 

Love from us all. Monday noon. Oh Austin, Newton is dead. The first of my own friends. Pace.


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