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Oak Park, Ill. U.S.A.
9 A M May 7. 1896.
My darling Grace,
Last night was Wednesday and
as I was over at your house
writting you a letter, it flashed
accross my mind your Uncle
Miller would leave today. - So
I interrupted Leicester in his
practice to ask if he would
not like a walk down on
Clinton Avenue to say good bye
and so we went.
Your letter is still started, but
my pen and other pad of thin
paper is on your fathers desk
in the library.
We found your Uncle a little
perplexed about starting, but we