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1868 Saturday, June 6. Feeling a mite better sat am in bed [[saving?]] a letter from Major Delany. I am tired beyond endurance. Today is Lulie's birthday and I have nothing to give her To think Major Delany should prove so recreant to his many promises 1868 Sunday, June 7. Very sick all day long Miss Emily attended me very kindly as did Mrs Grey. O how I miss Nenain!