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Miss Tryphena Hill was reading Sylvanus' letter in the kitchen, first to
herself. It ran as follows:--
_A Board_ THE SUSAN THOMAS
Friday noon.
_My ever of thee I'm fondly dreaming, Tryphena_,--U sed my spelins
was caple of beterment so I got the tittle out of a song buk in the
cars and wrot it down in the end lefe of the litel testymint you
giv me wile the capen and the nusboy was int lukin on. How duz it
tak yor i. The capen he brung Mrs. T long for a sale. I see Mr.
Corstoene in the cars lukin poekit lik wat is the mater of him. He
wooden cum long on the skuner. Giv my luv to Tryphosa and Timotheus
i can get there names all rite out of the testymint NEW TESTAMENT
Now my ever of thee Tryphena I am orf wunc more on the oshin waive
and the hevin depe and If i never more cum bak but the blew waives
role over yor Silvanus, the TESTAMENT dont spel it with a why, i
left my wil at farthys in the yaler spelin buk on the sheluff nere
the side windy levin all my property to my saley Tryphena.
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