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June. 26, 1916.

My dear friend Henry:

I am sorry not to have
written to you sooner. But
dear, don't think that I
have forgotten you. For you
have been in my mind many
times. Well we arrived up at
her summer resort about 2.30
o'clock, and I was all in, down
and out. She is beautifully
located up here. We are up on
the Skyland Road which is