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Westport, Conn.
Sat Evening
March 28th. 96.
My Darling Clarence,
Here I am
amongst the rolling hills
of lovely Conn and
sitting in the parlor of
a house over a hundred
years old (24 panes to the
windows) scribbling my
goodnight message to
you. The Lanes are so
loving and kind Frank
met me at the station
in his buggy and we
had a 4 mile drive together
out to his farm. We have
spent such a pleasant
evening some neighbors