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Home! Wednesday Eve. May 20. 1896.
My Darling Grace,
Your good old dinning room
clock ticks slowly along, 'tis the
only sound, except Mr. Echart's "Shep"
gives a big "Bow-wow!" as a stranger
passes.
Yes, alone with my darling
Sunshine before me, she always
is near me, we are together,
often when the most busy you
comes to me and say, "Talk with
me a little." It is such a sweet
thought to know we are so
absolutely true, to one another.
Leicester is at Law college
writting an examination tonight
I believe. Last evening, he and
George and I took a long

walk to Riverfront after supper.
The evenings are now very cool,
it is about like April should
be, summer has come and
gone. How we should enjoy
those coaching parties together,
no man ever wished he
could be in two places
at once any worse than
your Possum, especially when
you say Lena and you will
hunt up some news somewhere
If you catch a "Possum" watch
out, you know pretty well
how to manage a live one,
but Lena might get hurt!
I do trust your return to
Derbyshire will be pleasant,
I glad I am to know