Caroline and Cecil Burleigh letters, undated
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Sunday eve What a beautifull [sic] night. Louise & I have been setting by the window, she seemed quite amused with the moon; & I could in imagination see you coming up the railroad, & coming in the gate. Oh how I wish it might be reality. I am so lonely to night Mother has gone to church. Bryans folks have gone away baby is asleep, & I am alone. & yet not so much alone as I might be, for I suppose I have a dear Husband yet living; & I have the privelege [sic] of chatting with him through the medium of pen, ink & paper, allthough [sic] the pleasure of seeing him is denied me. It seems to[o] bad, when I have such a good, quiet time, to write, that I must need have the headache, but my head does ache so bad, that I fear, I shant think of half I want to say, or write any thing that will be of interest to you. If you should receive my last letters you will know pretty much all about our