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Dec. 20. 1868
My dear Mother,
It is after eight o'clock and I am just commencing a letter to you. I didn't feel like writing this morning so have put it off till now. Hattie, Mary Gray and I are carrying on quite a brisk conversation so if my letter seems slightly confused you will not think strange. Mary is lecturing us for our sarcastic turn of disposition and we are both of us determined to get over it. I reed the express package Friday afternoon all right and was
very much pleased with
The shoes are very nice especially the leather ones. I am so sorry that I bought some here now for I don't need them at all, but they are good ones and I shall wear them instead of the ones you sent me till they are worn out. I wore the cloud to town yesterday ever my hat and as it was the coldest day of the season It proved very comfortable-
To whom am I indebted for the elegant brown paper parcels ? I couldn't help thinking of the story of the "Lucky
Alice Conkey is to spend the whole vacation with her and if I can I shall go over some day. The German's name is Emilie Wendt. Miss Lyman let me go to town alone yesterday — I'm getting quite fine to go to the grand city of Po'keepsie alone -
Your loving
Mary
[Mary (Parker) Woodworth]