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Ames, Ia. July 13.
Saturday Morn.

My dear husband,

I am
longing to hear from you
but the elements have been
against it. I hear there
is a possibility of getting
mail either to-day or to-morrow
– and I suppose
there is no letter of
mine laying in the office
for you. I write again
this morning – so that you
may know that we are all
well and [?] at this