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Friday Morning
Jan 10. 96.

My Own Darling,

Your Wednesday morning
letter just received. Your letters come to me
always at 8.30 A. M. just two days after they
are posted, so I now know when to look
for them. How sweet and comforting those
letters are to me, you cannot, well, yes,
you can and do know, my Dear Love.

I am glad Ernest did not worry
about the telegram being late, though he
might have known that I would not neglect
for a moment the sending of it.

Yesterday I had a splendid day, as
soon as your letter arrived I started
alone to the 42nd St depot and took a
train to Mount Vernon, where I had a
letter of introduction to a friend of Mrs
Mather's. I explored the town and found
Mrs Hawkins without much trouble. She
threw her arms around me and kissed
me and began to take my things off
immediately and would not hear of
anything but that I must stay to lunch
and spend the day with them. Did you
ever hear of any thing so kind. Well, I