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  My dearest Friend,

I must write not because I have anything to tell you—but because I want so, by help of a few loving words, to come into your presence as it were—into your remembrance   Not more do the things that grow want the Sun.

I have received all the papers—& each has made a day very bright for me.

I hope the trip to California has not again had to be postponed—I realize   well the enjoyment of it, & what it would be to California & the fresh impulses of thought & emotion that would shape themselves melodiously out of that for the new volume—

My children are all well. Beatrice is working hard to get through the requisite   amount of Latin &c. that is required in the preliminary examination—before entering on medical studies. Percy my eldest, whom I have not seen for a year is coming to spend Xmas with us—

Good bye dearest Friend. Anne Gilchrist.