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say "There is Hattie Butler." It was such a pleasant meeting, and we all came as far as Pittsford together. It was a sad mission they were on, to bury their father, Rev. J. P. Augin, who died very suddenly in Missouri. They expect another brother, Wigland, tomorrow, with the body. It seems that Ed and Ella (like our Eddie and Ella) live in Detroit now, and I shall not feel friendless when I go there any more. The children ever so much pleased with the letters you wrote them, and Eva was delighted with Zaidee's letter. She will try to answer it even, I am sure, but she thinks she ought to learn to to write first. I know you are having a lovely time at Merrill. I wish I could "drop in" too. I expect to start for home the 17th. Please excuse this poor little scrawl. Oh yes, can't you ease that letter of