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cabbage cure it? My cold is better. Monday I
had a very sore throat that I thought promised
to be troublesome, but it is nearly well this
morning-- for which I hope I'm duly thankful.
Why, darling, I am afraid "thy window" is too
cold a place for thee to work. Is it damp as well
as cold-- I fear thee will get sick and at least
cannot be anyways comfortable at thy work.
I thought of thee ever so much Sunday morning
(always do) for it was "sunny" enough at aunt
Paulina's. We had a kind of a beakfast at 9 1/2,
but not our kind. Are the Lacys in any better health?
Have I told thee how glad I am thee doesn't
want "strong drink?". It is something to be very
thankful for, isn't it, dear? Not that thee would
yield, precious, if the desie for it was strong, but
to feel that it was a continual warfare would
be pretty hard for us both. I do think thee is a
remarkable man about both the demon and
the serpent, considering thy former years of so
familiar acquaintance with them. Darling,
my precious love. How I love and respect
and honor thee for thy straight, pure live.