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XX66th New York
June 7th, 91

My dear Mrs. Stanford

I cannot wait any
longer. I must write
and tell you I am
thinking of you, and
looking for a letter
from you--

Last week when my
Nellie (& g) were visiting,
my son Ulysses and
his family, they were
telling me of the
delightful visit they
had with you and
how my little name
sake (Julia the little
one with her pretty
curls) cried when
she left your house
and sobbed out, Oh
do Mama let me
stay always with
this kind lady? XXX
please let me? I do
not want to go away.
(I will tell you some
thing very sad about
this litle darling, when
I see you again)