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and how I let her eat it upstairs when mother was gone. Mother just now flirted her off my shoulder, and hastened her retreating form out doors, but she has come back again and sits in the chair looking in to my face as much as to say "Give my love to Abby" but to return to the garden. The peonies Fleur de Lis, Spiders Pansies, and Cinnamon Roses, are now in full bloom. Mother and I, have set more roots under the west windows, so there is a row now a cross the whole side of the house. The Dahlia's sprouted at last, and are growing now. The Gladiola's look finely. My flower seeds are not beginning to come up. Every thing now looks very flourishing. The cherry trees are hanging very full of fruit this season. I had a nice treat of strawberries and cream this forenoon. Chandler brought them in on four maple leaves plaited together. I am sitting by the west window. On the stand is a saucer, filled with Roses, and Pansies, twined with Matrimony, and Balm. On the mantlepiece, your little flower vase is filled, and on the bookcase a pitcher of beautiful while snowballs, That Jane sent home by mother monday. Mother is going to get tea. Samuel is here helping Chandler today. Mr Tenney of Northfield preached Last Sabbath. And oh! Abby I could'nt help liking him. Oh! he is very smart and talented. His thoughts are so Lofty, and his illustrations so vivid, can't help admire him. He took dinner here, and inquired all about you, asked me what I was going to do with myself, and laughed, just as he did when he played that appalling joke on me. Fortunately I kept my presence of mind. I wished you was with me when we sang. Martha Lawrence, Mary Philips, and Jane sang Air, Mrs. Underwood, and myself Alto. I had quite a compliment from The Hon. John last Sabbath, when he came for Milly to go to Northfield. He said he would like to have me accompany him to Northfield if it wan'nt for the singing here. But they could not do without my voice in singing. There now Abby. Uncle David was here. He wanted I should tell you that he was glad that race down the mountain resulted so happily! He is a reall good man is'nt he? written down left hand side of page Abby I dreamed the funniest dream the other night about you and I and somebody - I'm going to save it to tell you when you come home There now good Bye. Good night Abby, good night Mr. Kendall. sister Mary