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[[upside-down copy of poem in English pasted over, French page]] Thoughts while curling Carrie's hair Sister--I twine thy glossy Locks As oft in days gone by Has times that steals with stealthy step Touched them to silently? Yes longer darker now they flow Unlike the golden spray That round the dimpled rosy face A golden cloud did stray. Softly they steal around the cheek Time's touch has made so bright The eye upraised to mine me thinks Beams with a different light. Childhood is fleeting fast away While girlhood steals apace Upon thine earnest brow e'en now It's downy touch I trace. [[end page]] [[start page]] 3 dog -1 4 1/2 doz. 4 N = 2 Dresses Oct 14 Oct 2 21 Chemis 8 4 5 22 [[drawers?]] 4 4 2 23 24 Hose 8 2 L 25 Skirts 7 4 U 26 [[P.fc?]] 4 9 Y 27 Nap. 4 W 28 collars [[9?]] 1 1 111 Y 29 sleeves 1 1 1 Y 30 cuffs 2 Nell 62 1/2 Y 31 NY 1 --- -- 3 3 I [[?]] 85 1 1 186 12/42/3 " H 1 2 1 25 36 shirts 2 1 3 3, 61 [[chesses?]] 1,50 sack 1 I am sure un & 1 3 - 6 3 doz 8/15 13 30 2 [[end page]]