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30 rue Vaugirard
Easter Sunday—

[[archival note:]] 1889

Dear Grandma—

May and I have finished our Supper of veal and ham pie cocoa bread and butter cakes and wine  washed our dishes and hung up our mop—  and its pretty late, because we have made a day of it—  and had to stop on the way home and pick up our victuals 
This is'nt so funny when we are in our old clothes but the shop people do wonder at us when two swell 

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but one cant have everything—
My next will be more definite 
I'm too sleepy & tired to write another 
word more now—
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of the Easter hymn which is a simple ancient melody—
Alle   lu ia     Alle  i     lua  
1,-2,3,-4,-5,6-  1,-,2,3,-  4,-5,6- 

Do you understand this Uncle Will?    First the boy's soprano sings the short verse, and the whole choir thunders in on the refrain then the tenor, then the bass ditto—    It is so simple that it is impossible for it to seem like a performance and I could'nt have helped joining in if I had'nt been too much thrilled to have a voice—  I never heard anything so heavenly—  It was all in unison—
After the service was over 

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went too well? (end of the last sentence on the bottom of right page)