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that I learned to make at Brant. Charlie is crying on the sofa asleep with his spelling book before his eyes Carroll is doing examples in Arithmetic his Father is helping him. I have been turning my black alapaca this spring the one I wore so much while you were here and it looks quite fresh, and how do you think I am gong to loop it up I am going to put the skirts on Edward this eve. Your friends in Turin often enquire for you and want to know when you are coming back I tell them when the snow is gone & the roads are settled. I hope you will not read all of this letter at a time for I am afraid I will