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Brooklyn, Nov. 30 1867 My dear little Eddie; I have two letters from you which I must answer now. Will you forgive me for not writing an answer to your letter last week. I was not feeling very well, had a headache for more than a week but it is better now. How do you manage to write such nice letters? Who spells the words for you? So you have got some pockets in your apron? I think Aunt Anna is very kind. I am glad that you think of Aunt Mary sometimes but I don't hardly think it would be worth while to cry about it do you? I don't suppose you make any fuss about your cot bed, do you, darling? I send you a piece of ruled paper to write your next letter. Perhaps you can put one letter in every square block.