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You dear little Peach- May 5 1901 I wish that I was going to be at home on the important event, your twenty first birthday. But when you come over here, and I feel you will, we'll have a celebration everyday. Are we not growing old. Isn't it a funny feeling? Isn't it terrible? No not in your case. For you grow gray gracefully, while I - I - I. there is a mirror in front of me - you know what I would [[strikethrough]] say [[/strikethrough]] write; tears prevent me. Perhaps you'll do me a favor. Kiss for me every member of the family, and in return I shall try to kiss Bob when he comes here. I'll do it. You have not written but from accounts Mother give me I know that you are too busy going to Dances and parties. [[Summer?]] Hinckley is a nice chap. Just received a letter from [[?Remy]]. He has sold two paintings this winter. Went with the boys yesterday into the country played ball