this is a sad house to-day—little Walt died last evening about ¼ past 8. Partially sick but sudden at last—suddenly turned to water on the brain—is to be buried to-morrow afternoon at 4—
George and Lou are standing it pretty well—I am miserable—he knew me so well—we had already such good times—& I was counting so much—My St. Louis nieces are here—they are well—Nelly dear, send me back their photos & Jeff's—the heat here has been & is dreadful—Love to you—write—
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