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letterhead When I hear you are better I'll care for nothing else in the world. I kept regretting you were not with us, the
first day but the dust stuffy rooms hard fare generally makes me try to think you are better at home, though in camp beneath
the pines if you could stay a month or two you might be better. The glory of the woods herabouts now is the color of the
flowering dogwood glorious names of red purple yellow, beneath the pines firs Good night darling Let me hear you are better
I can't get the sound of that cough out of my ears- All here enquire send love. Love to Maggie Wanda