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My Own Dear Wifey
I don't believe but what I could hug you so that you would cry for mercy if I could only get the chance as for writing it is almost impossible for I have enough to fill six sheets and the time would be altogether too short let me tell my numerous Sunday griefs for what is for one is for all In the beginning you cannot sleep any longer than any other morning every single morning we have to dress by gas light right after breakfast private devotions next chapel then Bible Class by that time it is most eleven from then until one is our own after dinner Chapel (hour and a hall sermon)
much milk at tea time as we want nice bread & butter and everything very nice for a boarding school but of course not like home (prize your cream)
give very long lessons here but then I don't care we want something to keep us busy There goes the tea bell Well here I am back from Chapel once more and the bell has rung for devotions and I am going to devote the time to you. We haven't a parlor with
Laura but we are on the same corridor quite near we have an outside room and all the fault I find with it is that it is rather small but then it is so much better than a corridor room those only have a window opening Into the corridor There are two other girls besides ourselves in the parlor with us one is real nice her name Brown the other is always in a fever about something she hardly ever comes Into the room without she opens the window I never heard of having the windows open in winter that is all
the time so we generally retire to our room...
(Abigail L. or Caroline E. Slade)