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Oak Park, Ill
May 21. 1896.
My Dear Love,
Yes, it is now morning, after
a stormy night with a good, much
needed rain.
It is again warmer and the
birds are again awake, so we
are trusting in a quick beginning
of Spring again!
Mrs. Humphrey is better this
morning and I am as happy
as a boy with a new pair of
copper toed boots to have a
call upon a Boston Lady.
We will prove our worth if there
are no interferences, I know you
rejoice with me in all our little
successes. Horace is confident

and with the help of Nature, we
are going to get on finely.
I am so "shoffy" this morning
it is not poetry at all, to write
to you, - but I love you just
that much more, for I know
how heartily you enter into
the spirit of my work with me.
The home house is not yet on
stilts, but an architect is out
in the dinning room with father and
mother and they are just about
to make a definite move.
Willoughby is again as happy as
a little king, for George's Anna
is visiting Oberlin and "Buff" is
the pilot - You know
Bye Bye until Sunday, your own,
Clarence Edmond Hemingway