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out on to the plank walk that [[unclear]] under my window, and so I need [[^when?]] they let me stop and look in through the dining room windows. One of the girls handed me a piece of pie through the window and [[Kate?]] Burnham and I ate it out doors, and then the gave me some bread and butter.  Don't you think it was almost the same as if I had eaten at the table? It is nearly bed time, so good night.
out on to the plank walk that passes under my window, and as I need when they let me stop and look in through the dining room windows. One of the girls handed me a piece of pie through the window and Kate Burnham and I ate it out doors! and then the gave me some bread and butter.  Don't you think it was almost the same as if I had eaten at the table? It is nearly bed time, so good night.
Monday 12. - It is damp and dreary today, the sweet smiles of yesterday have gone, and a look of sober sadness [unclear]] spreads the face of Nature.  I do not remember my going out, which, of course, was interesting to me.  This makes the fifth time that I have been out.  Oh, what [[mouth?]] I must have given four months ago to have been so well as I am now.  But how strange the effort of habit! how soon we become accustomed to any thing that at first seemed so wonderful, so almost impossible.  When I was first taken out, everything seemed so new, so strange, that is was almost painful; but now, although I have been out so few times, I am beginning to get used to it, and instead of being filled with a feeling of such mild delight and wonder, I feel that there is a sort of sweet reality about it, that give me a [[diet?]] and earnest [[pleasant?]] use.  Oh, my sisters, if I never am any better than I am now, aught I not to be thankful?
Monday 12. - It is damp and dreary today, the sweet smiles of yesterday have gone, and a look of sober sadness overspreads the face of Nature.  I do not remember as anything of much interest has occurred today, excepting my going out, which, of course, was interesting to me.  This makes the fifth time that I have been out.  Oh, what [[mouth?]] I must have given four months ago to have been so well as I am now.  But how strange the effort of habit! how soon we become accustomed to any thing that at first seemed so wonderful, so almost impossible.  When I was first taken out, everything seemed so new, so strange, that is was almost painful; but now, although I have been out so few times, I am beginning to get used to it, and instead of being filled with a feeling of such wild delight and wonder, I feel that there is a sort of sweet reality about it, that give me a dear and earnest pleasure.  Oh, my sisters, if I never am any better than I am now, aught I not to be thankful?
Friday 16. - Forgive me, [[Jennie?]], for letting three days pass
Friday 16. - Forgive me, Jennie, for letting three days pass

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out on to the plank walk that passes under my window, and as I need when they let me stop and look in through the dining room windows. One of the girls handed me a piece of pie through the window and Kate Burnham and I ate it out doors! and then the gave me some bread and butter. Don't you think it was almost the same as if I had eaten at the table? It is nearly bed time, so good night. Monday 12. - It is damp and dreary today, the sweet smiles of yesterday have gone, and a look of sober sadness overspreads the face of Nature. I do not remember as anything of much interest has occurred today, excepting my going out, which, of course, was interesting to me. This makes the fifth time that I have been out. Oh, what mouth? I must have given four months ago to have been so well as I am now. But how strange the effort of habit! how soon we become accustomed to any thing that at first seemed so wonderful, so almost impossible. When I was first taken out, everything seemed so new, so strange, that is was almost painful; but now, although I have been out so few times, I am beginning to get used to it, and instead of being filled with a feeling of such wild delight and wonder, I feel that there is a sort of sweet reality about it, that give me a dear and earnest pleasure. Oh, my sisters, if I never am any better than I am now, aught I not to be thankful? Friday 16. - Forgive me, Jennie, for letting three days pass