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August 28, 1889. 8 yrs My dear Papa, I hope you are well. Helen and I are well, but Mama was sick in bed all day yesterday
so we cood not go home. We brought your notes all over to Grandpa's because Mrs. Bush had to go home and the moskeetos are
just awful agin, and poor little Brownie howls about them other wise he is as well as usual. Baby could not play in the garden
at all. Dear Papa why do you not write to me? It is so lonesome without you How soon do you think you can come home? 09170