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June 10, 1894.
My dearest Papa and Mamma:
At last I can say the last Sunday letter. Doesn't it sound well? To think the year has really come to a close! I am so glad and so sorry. Today is Baccalaureate Sunday, and Dr. Taylor preached a fine sermon this morning. But it made me feel sad and weepy for I do hate to have '94 leave us. They are a lovely class, and will take
It is very very warm here today, but very pleasant, and I do hope it will keep so for Class day. There is a June concert tomorrow night and Class Day Tuesday. Commencement Wednesday. Then oh then!
Ethel invited me to go over to lunch at the cottage this noon - She has to stay over there during these festive days. She is going on to Cambridge and later to Fall River.
Miss Altah Stone was here last night and I went down to see her in Celia's room. She is
pass quickly. They'll soon be gone now- Will write you a few lines on Tuesday, to tell you that I am well, tho' I could tell you just as well now.
My bestest love to you all
Yours, Nett.
(Nettie (Brand) De Witt, ex-'96,)