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of him who freed them and dusky hands come up all over the room when they are asked how many of them remember Abraham Lincoln, and when asked how many love him how eagerly spring up the hands again and how the large earnest eyes do glisten. I am beginning to have quite an affection for my pupils. They daily grow more quiet and studious. At first--all but a few very light faces and some marked expressions looked nearly alike to me. I could hardly tell any little boy from half a dozen more near his size, but now I can discern quite as great a variety of feature and expression as among white children. My roommate is growing sleepy so I will close and write more another time. Love and a kiss to all whose last name is Everett. Affect'ly, Cynthia writing on sides