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The robins are singing I see them night & morning now. I hope none build near the cats are more plenty than ever. Bart Wentworth wrote me a letter. I guess his mother told him about Arthur being sick. he is in West Baldwin Maine been there a year. he said his little Dorothy goes to school, she is six years old. he said his wife was pretty well. he spoke of having written to Aunt Sue & hoped it would get there in time. I thought he heard she was pretty low. she is failing & looks pretty bad. a pity one cannot go & not have to linger & suffer so long. Alice looks bad. I guess she has to do more work than she is able to do. I brought home a book from there to read over Sunday. the name was "A Certain Crossroad". it was good but too many names to keep run of, & too much description coarse print & I read it in two days. fascinating. I must now go for a little walk before dark & get some good air before going to bed. Pa has taken his fig syrup & departed- Ma
no frogs to night