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My dear Sherwood + Eleanor.

I miss you like the dickens! In spite of a mad wish? that unclear me breathless. I feel lonely with you two gone. Eleanor's letter came this morning and I read it eagerly. And there you are just a couple of unclear hours away and it seems as if you were leagues away.

But I'll be seeing you soon, and that will be good - Mr. Edwards and I drove out to the Flemings yesterday and that gave him a chance at the horses. Which he loves. They hit it off