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Whitestown, Sunday

My Dear Cynthia

Your last letter was duly received and ought .to have been ans. before but it seems a task to  write so I have put it off from day to day hoping that some of you would come to see us and that I would not have to write of unclear sickness and death - oh Cynthia it seems like a dreadful dream and that I must wake up and find it only a dream that my father a brother are both here. Father did not seem like himself since little Davie death. His cheerfulness was gone

written sideways If my Cynthia will be happier I will give my consent and I hope she always will be. excuse my writeing pencil try to come to see us if not write us a long letter. I need it so unclear Did you put the Death in your paper? Ma would like to have it put in. Love to all from Annie