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The letter--although the unforraphy betrayed the writer's

inexperience in pen-practice--was correctly spelled and easy in

style, croith lovinganecdotes of school and hos for her parents' return, professing willingness to stay

where she was "until ht that God will cure her, and ht last week that I saw her

dressed for a party, all rosy and funny and laughing, as she used to

be, and that she kissed me, and put her arm around me, and called me

'baby Florence' and 'little one,' in her sweet voice Wasn't it

strange? I awoke , I was so happy! I do try to be

brave, and not fret about what cannot be helped, papa, because I

proht hard work It is

always easier for a whole day after I get one of your nice, long

letters It is not QUITE as good as having real talk with you, but

it is the best treat I can have when you are away"

Mrs Sutton wiped her eyes

"The dear child!" she said, in the subdued tone habitual to the