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2 said in her clear little way, Now where will Uncle John sit? Whatever was in her head I dont know, but she was certainly
thinking of you and wishing you there. She is sleeping now after having been much bathed and oiled for while we were out
trying to find some green things to make the cabin gay with she slipped 3 down a bank (fortunately a sand bank) into a
tangle of brambles. Poor little mite, it must have seemed like a frightful precipice, her first one She will hang up her
stocking and thank heaven, expect Santa Claus I understand that I am way behind the times in letting her believe in his jovial
existence. I hope it is not so freezing in the morning at Martinez as it is here, but anyway it is bright and glorious