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Friday 25 Aug--

Four years since dear H-- died - How fast they go !  

Mayo ran out after a flock of turkeys following all over the field Agnes told of the injuring of the conductor on the N.H. Central put his head out and it came in contact with a pile of wood and was crushed-- Baked bread pie & pudding and cookies-- Sabra had head ache-- I go out about the fields with baby climb fences and all sorts of girlish deeds I do -- feeling as if I was no madame at all or even an "old woman "

Man called with books-- I subscribe for one on Popery - 

At half past eight the dear ones came -- I had about given up seeing them

written in left margin: We shall go to him but he will not return to us -