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Sunday July 21 1901

My dear Parents-

I assure you the days are not long in passing. Time flies, and when I feel myself being brought in contact with another birthday - I glance in the mirror (it is cracked) and wonder at the ridiculous casing of my soul. Droll this life. How worried last summer. How happy this. I am nearly twenty two, and I tell you the years fly as rapidly as the present days. It seems only a short time ago that we were going to school at Miss Frimds, that she was scolding me about the writing. Only a little time ago that I was studying art under Miss [[Spear--ck?]].
Everything now is changed except, the writing, and that I fear is hopeless. I was agreeably surprised by a nice letter from Miss Marks. It was graceful and thanked me for the flowers that Bessie gave her. Droll [[si 'est pas'..?]]

Transcription Notes:
-not sure what he said in french at the end.