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Ripshin Farm Troutdale, VA.

Saturday

Dear Alice. What a grand letter. No, Alice I did not know what you told me. I once had some such an experience myself, of which I will some day tell you.

We make a bid now for you to come to us next summer. You are such a lovely person. I have written Randolph to tell him that he would never get a chance at you but that I love my Eleanor. Do write, from time to time. You made us love you. I had to write Glover, telling him I did not want