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Friday Evening Jan 10th. 96
Oh how happy was I when this afternoon the postman brought me another letter from you I did not dream of getting any more until Monday.
What a sweet man you are putting the sunshine pillow to; never mind, Possum, you may be very sly, but you can't get ahead of me. I can dream of you just as well upon an ordinary common everyday pillow as any thing else, by the bye my dear
I wish you could take a glance at our boarding house table, I never saw such a lot of slicks since I was home.
We have several medical students, some lovely damsels of uncertain age, a very decidedly old maidish bachelor (I was just going to spell it batchelor, after the famous coast)
Then there is a very lean lanky sad eyed youth who looks to be dieing of melancholia and who never utters a sound except ("Pass the butter") in a terrible stage whisper
These together with several jewish families Natalie Russell and her dear old uncle Mr. Gilbert who has the room next to mine make up the sum of my fellow sojourners in this beautiful country. And it is a beautiful place I am more and more delighted every day with this beautiful city. It is paradise compared with Chicago But to change the subject. I have forgotten every time to speak to you about the "green soap; I am afraid, dear, that it is too harsh an too strong
for my skin. My face stings dreadfully every night after I have washed with it. However, if it is all right for it to feel so, I will trust you and just keep on.
I wrote Miss Van Schaick to come and see me Sunday afternoon after three o'clock. I am sure we shall find each other very congenial.
Mr. Gilbert is going to bring me a cat tomorrow so my doll's nose will soon be out of joint, just now she gets all the petting
I am getting very sleepy Darling so Goodnight.
A tender loving kiss my own dear Love.
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