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good letter. It seemed so like old times. I don't wonder you missed your good husband and was so lonesome when he was away. I would be glad indeed if I could step in, now and then, and look at your own face and eyes, bodily, Abby you must never think, because my merriment must, and does find an escape valve, occasionly, and as Emily said, because I sometimes just for the fun of it say queer things, and laugh and all that, - that you, or our past good times are forgotten. Far, very far, from it Abby. Although as yet your absence seems to me, as if you were away teaching, much more than, that you have gone to another home 'to live' I well remember our promenades up and down "Love Lane" by moonlight, just as it this evening shines there. And the thought of it make me sad. Abby I beleive no two sisters have ever been happier than you and I. This will be a pleasant memory, even if as you say we never are so much together any more. 'Tis sad to feel we shall not be. We will hope we may some time be nearer each other. At any-rate we shall have occasional visits and be assured, Mary will ever love her sister just as dearly, though she may be far, far from her. Abby was Mary's dear sister And I here repeat your own language, "That we may be true sisters as we have ever been and time nor distance shall never send intwain the link that has knit our hearts in one." I most cordially give my assent to the proposition. And Abby to live in the hearts of those we leave behind, is not so sad a separation. I often wish we could just sing together a little. For instance this very evening were you here we should both be to the west window looking at our stars perhaps, and singing some written down left hand side of page song, in harmony with our thoughts, or perhaps walking in the lane arm in are humming, and talking, alternately, But that cannot now be. I am taking Jane for a companion in singing, Still she is'nt you.