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Milo Apr. 14th 1849.
Dear Brother
Josie is writing, so I'll say a "wee bit" to put in with his letter. Our last letter I presume you had not rec'd, when you wrote last, as it was directed to Grout's, came back to Bangor, and was redirected to Goffstown. Had you rec'd it, I doubt not you would have made some reply to mine at least! Jos. is at home here to stay all summer and get well, which we think he has already begun to do. He is a pretty good boy considerin'. How I wish you could have been here a few weeks this spring with him and me. What good time we'd have. He reads and writes a little too much I guess but he begins to go out doors more as the warm weather comes on. Rode horseback up to Boobar brook this morning by way of the Interval. Samuel has got through in the woods, went to Bangor last Monday to find where we are going to live this summer! I expect him home today. We shall probably go to Hampden again however. I do not like to live there very well, but I suppose it is best. Samuel thinks if he does the surveying at the Mill this summer, he can be sure of a chance to survey in Bangor in future, which is what he wants to do. I suppose we shall move from Milo next week, and take Jane with us. She is a very good little girl in the main, (a little too bright sometimes) but is certainly a difficult child to manage & get along with. I think she will make a smart woman, but I feel as if it is a great care and responsibility to take charge of her. I rec'd another letter from Maria a short time since, which I have not got answered, but intend to soon. Guess I must'nt write any more now, but will again soon as we get better, whenever it may be. Write to me then Aff. Sister Lucy.
[left-hand side] It's nearly three months since we have heard from Ann. Mother, Almeda and I have written since. I think it very strange that if she were sick, some one would have written for her. Possibly a letter has been lost, but we feel quite anxious. Don't you feel glad you have got away from Grout's? That is, if you are not in a worse place now. [top] Have we told you that "Aunt Polly" has taken a babe six months old for her own? 'Tis one of her sister's Mrs. Philbrook, who died last winter. 'Tis sick, has fits - 'Fraid 'twont live.