"Little Gaby dear" How are you my darling this fine morning Does it look like spring in your "modern city"? are the hens singing the roosters crowing, the ducks squaking &c &c can you sit with the front door open this morning? I wish I was there to look at the French G-a-h-a-l-l auk ahem feet I mean. / Now Miss Gabe I want you to come down & bring our Jack and all the girls Jim will have a general stir off—a stir expecially. The terns are all going to water & it looks so funny, come & see them. Fanny is well—your lap dog Troubadour is fine & fat—the Shanghais are still growing—"Tater" trade looking up—Cinda is well. Remember me to all the girls &c                       Sam /

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