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Now here it is, in nut-shell small,
He split his toe through nail and all;
But doctor says it soon will heal
If quiet kept, and so I feel.
But he and I together think
That I must nurse him, give him drink,
And never let him fret or cry,
Lest he should from it nearly die.
This is one sample of one day,
Not near as bad as some, I say;
For husband was not here to fret,
And help the household to upset.
We ate cold dinner, did not cook,
And I had time to read your book,
I love to read, and would delight
In writing hours every night.
But oh, the thongs with which I’m tied
Leave little time for aught beside
The duties of each passing day,
Which I fulfill as best I may.

Will you accept what is enclosed?
And print it, if you’re so disposed,
Believing that I’ll ever bee
Well-wisher and a friend to thee.

— R.O.A. (Demorest, 1872)

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