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Sarah's journal. June 14 Tuesday afternoon. -- This is indeed a summer day; bright, beautiful but very warm. Although the others seem to suffer from the heat I have so far kept pretty comfortable. It was delightfully cool and pleasant in my little room all morning, for the sun does not beat in until afternoon: it is some warmer now, but by keeping the blinds closed, and the window and door open I keep comfortably cool. But what are you doing, dear sisters? I wish I could just have a peek at you. I wish you could bring your books into my quiet little unclear for an hour or two, so I could look at you while you study; but I rather think you wouldn't study a great deal if I had my way. Oh, have you had any strawberries yet: I had a few last Saturday: They were not very ripe or large but still they were strawberries and of course good. It seems so like home here; if there is anything new or interesting, it is brought, as it used to be there. to Sarah, as she is both of it (but you afraid they will spoil her?) The other day little Sophy brought me the first lily that blossomed in her bed. Dear creature: how happy she looked when she told me her