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June 10, 1872.
My dear Carrie,
Since I did not write home Sunday, I fear I shall not have much
time now for a long letter. The reviews have come and in Geometry it
is pretty hard as we take a book for a lesson. The other things are not
as bad and so we manage to get along. I am so sorry you have been sick.
Bilious attacks are so very di
And this Is your birthday! "May you see a thousand returns of
the same" etc. etc. Dearest, I wish I could be with you today, and see you
enter upon your twenty second year, for you are really twenty one, is it
not so? It seems hard to believe, now, when I think of it end when I see
you it will be still harder. But the years make no difference, you are not
a bit older now than when "sweet sixteen." Indeed I believe you grow
younger. I think of you In our cosy dining room eating the birthday cake,
the many birthdays we have spent In the same way, and of the pretty
flowers with which we used to deck the cake.
Tell Papa that his letter written in Cincinnati was received. I
thought I had mentioned its receipt, but suppose 'twas forgotten.
This surely must be the rainy season. Almost every day abundant
showers fall, and although very much needed by vegetation we cannot help
complaining of their frequency. I have
I am sleepy and stupid tonight, and cannot write more at present.
Goodnight
Julie.