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me to stay with them over the Sabbath and sleep with Jennie, but it has grown so much like home here that I didn't go - was it wrong? - Mr. Griffiths expects to leave 11th [?] in the spring and the church will probably send to Wales of a minister but don't say any thing about this only to our folks, so that we may not be the first to tell the story. - Mary and I sat with the singers yesterday and it seemed so like home to be singing those dear Welsh hymns and tunes. Between the meetings we had tea in that little room under the church. Mr. Servis Thomas' son, a friend of Mary's staid (sic) to be company for us and we had a good sing while they were preparing tea, and afterward a walk. Mr. and Mrs. Evan Griffiths also said to tea and a young sailor named Jones, engineer on one of the Cunard steamers, a Miss Hughes who has traveled a great deal especially in Europe. So we were a very pleasant company of us you see. We walked home after meeting - the evening was light and pleasant. Saturday Mary and I went down to

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