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178 the night. It was dreadful, awful, "how can Aunt Maggie ever get on without him" was my first thought They have never been seperated even for one night. (Met R. this morning) [[end page]] [[start page]] 179 Dec. 18th 1890. Thursday. I went down town to finish up buying my Christmas presents. School was the same as ever we tried to play truth in recess but we couldn't think of any questions to ask and so had to give it up. Met R.