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I wrote to you from Staunton to warn the boys (&
others) if necessary, against exposing themselves, should it
be true that Mr. Watson's (not Col. W's I presume) dog had run
away mad. I hope there is no truth in Miss Terrill's fears on
the subjectm yet prudent caution is wise.
I stated also that I wished you to inform Mr. Munday that
I would wait until I got home to decide about the flour. If
you have not yet sent to him, I would rather you should just
do what you think best. I dont care for a small difference in
the price, even a dollar—and the flour seemed to me to be very
extraordinarily good. Suppose you get only four barrels more
of the same at present. Of course if you ordered 10 barrels,
according to my first directions, the order must stand, and,
any way, if you think best you may get yr. supply of this flour.
Mother is rather complaining. We had a cold ride from
Staunton this morning from 1½ to 6 o'clock, & I think I caught
some cold, but am not much affected by it.
Mother sends you her love.
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