Beloved Thurlow,
Today I was a little hesitant to see what the delivery man would bring us from you (for I have come to half-expect a gift from you each day). How can I ever express my delight in receiving your gift of five lovely gold rings! They are simply exquisite and it my fingers perfectly. Mother has forgiven you and is willing to allow us to continue our correspondence. Father says that five is the number of grace and is very impressed with your generous and meaningful gift. I just think you are a hopeless romantic and I love you more than ever! The pear tree has begun to bloom; the turtle-doves have made a cunning little nest in the branches; the partridge is cooing sweetly; and the French hens have finally settled into their coup. Father is letting me keep the four calling birds in the barn for now, but he said that he is still planning to get rid of them. But I do not care about anything in the world tonight because I know that I am
Yours always,
Aida
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