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Sunday Dec. 25th 1887 

My dearest dearest Phebe

This is Christmas Morning - and much I long to know where and how you are - Annie's little word received Thursday night was so comforting - Tell her I dont believe she ever wrote a postal card - which was so gratefully received - I did not look or hear so soon - and I had not been able to think of any thing but you all day - or indeed all the night before.   And it was such a relief to know you were really off with tolerable comfort. And to have a somewhat brighter picture of you all - to take the place of that last sad one. And hope begins to paint your journey in brighter colors - that I have been able to see it heretofore. I shall think of you all, all day and I shall miss you so - at Alice's this afternoon. Christmas is always such a sad day to me - since that our dreadful one - when dear Lizzie was so sick - why is it? that the memories of all the happy days grow vague - and that one will never cease to present itself with every detail in terrible vividness - as the one Christmas of my life. But I will not sadden you with my sad memories - I shall have something brighter to write tonight. May all good things attend you -- you are always in my thoughts. When I lie down in my comfortable bed, I think of the narrow jarring one in which you must lie. I hope dear Annie is getting rested - I am sure she must be in sore need of it. Monday Morning - What a delight a letter from Annie! And good