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   Sarah's journal for Jennie

Sat. April 17 -- The lingering rays of a setting sun are shining through my window. A beautiful time for thought and for writing to absent friends; I love to think of you, my sisters, at this calm twilight hour, just as day begins to shade into evening. In this sacred hour, when day and night mingle together in silent beauty, shall not our spirits also direct and spend this prescious time in sweet thoughts of one another: Oh, I love to think that it may be so, it makes me feel happy to think that my dear, but absent sisters are thinking and perhaps even talking of me at this very moment! -- Monday Apr. 19 -- Jennie dear, pardon me if I do not write this very plain for I am a little exited as the most that I have written with ink in a long, time. Oh, sister, ought I not to be very happy? I am not sitting up by a table or stand, as you do when you write, but I am sitting up in bed supported by pillows. Oh, girls I do wish you could be with me for one little hour this afternoon. I have so many things I want to say, to you that I cannot write, so many questions to ask you and so much I want to tell you. But I must do the best I can by writing, and wait frantically a few months and then, I hope, we shall all be together once more, Dr. said today that he hopes I will be able to go home? about? the first of June, which will be in about six weeks.