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Right
here + for my
dear.

Berlin. Vt. Feb. 1 1871.

My precious husband;

Thee can't guess so I'll
tell thee where I am. Howard just brought
Mary and me over to Mr. Marvin's. We found
both gone, and so I seized upon the inkstand
while Mary is reading. The house looks like fury,
and the youngest boy was shut up in one room
while its grandpa was at the barn. We expect to
stay until tomorrow. What a darling letter I got
from thee last night. -- they all are as good as can
be but seems to me this is a little the best one, but
quite likely I shall think the next is still better.
I got it as we were going up to Mr. Kelton's, and
after a little slyed into a bed room and read
it and seems to me I was just the proudest and
happiest wife that ever was. We had a very
pleasant visit there. Both enquired after
thee and father. Mrs. K. send her "kindest regard"
and hopes thee will come and see them. It is

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I think we shall go to
Thomas' tomorrow. Dorcas
is very much worse.
I guess I'll go to Ferrisburgh
about next Thursday,
if nothing new comes up.

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I have just
made a butterfly
of black velvet for
Mr. Marvin that
looks quite nicely.
Would thee like one?
Thee is a dear
loving old
"bear" because
thee holds me
so close with a
regular bear
hug, but
thee never
has been
"bearish," my
love. Thee is
the best man
that I ever
knew and
I've known
awful good ones--In my
own family I mean. I do
think my brothers are
good, but thee is a deal
better. The best that ever could be.