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now, while you are away. "Praise God, from whom all blessings flow." I shall feel quite disappointed if I have no letter from you tomorrow - I thought there might be one Saturday night but none came- Good night, my best and dearest - Your loving Nettie Monday morn. Cloudy - The trees hung with icicles - We are all well - Baby clinging to my skirts - Anna crying for a slate pencil - So I must comfort them -