Letter from Lulu

              Charleston, May 4th

I have had two letters from you my "own kind dearie" since I wrote last.  Nothing in the world gives me such sincere pleasure (beside my letters from home) as your regular messengers from Egypt, even if you do write because you have simply nothing else to do, and wish to have some way in which to while away the time.  Even if you do never "feel in the humor" to write me, and say you "have nothing to tell" me.  Forgive me dear G. but this seemed such a good opportunity to teaze [sic] I could not resist.  You know full well that I believe you love me, and I think far too much of a certain individual.  I believe I did not tell you about a party of young people having a "planshette" one evening at Unionville.  It is you know a piece of board in the shape of a heart with an aperture at one end through which a pencil is placed upright.  Then if hands are laid light-

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I am much obliged for the picture of your home.  I hope to see you very soon.  You were exceedingly kind to think of me in the shape of a guitar.  I appreciated the thought quite as much as I would have done the present.
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