Dayton O. Dec. 16th. 1863 Last night yours of the 7th. and 8th. came together, and made me glad indeed. I intended going on to talk of those letters dearest; but what can I do when two teasing boys are at me to "tell Papa" all sorts of things? Rob said tell you that it was snowing and that he was 'sorry' you 'were away at war', and wants you to come home. Frank said tell you to come home a half a week before Christmas. Now that I have satisfied them, perhaps I will be permitted to say what I please. Your account of the *movement* forward and back was interesting to us, and none the less so for there being no real battle. Good! here's another letter, I'll stop long enough to read it I rather think! You ask me to look over your trunk for those Ordman papers. it is now after dinner, and Father and I looked over your papers first, there I made a second thorough examination, all we found was three copies of an Ordmaner receipt with no data excepting the year 1863, and not signed; they must have been left at New York; I do hope you will not get into trouble for want of them; be sure that you let me know all about the matter, as I shall be uneasy about it. It seems strange that you get no more letters from me as I have written twice a week all this time. I acknowledged the receipt of the $80, the Pay Roll the trunk and the trunk key; the latter was not needed as the trunk was open and part of the lock off. You do not yet tell me about the life insurance interest; if you tell me nothing before the 21st I shall pay it. I have tried to keep out enough money for taxes if I can, but fear it will be a difficult matter. Did you mean me to do so? I must close, as Baby tried me for about an hour and a half this evening, and I feel tired. Good night Dearest. Thursday morn. I feel any thing but bright this morning, and don't believe you'll be the better for any thing I can write. Still I wish to tell you that your Anniversary letter fell pleasantly in the place ready for all sweet words from you. I had wondered while writing mine, if you would think of hte Day; thinking of you quite excusable if you did not, surrounded as you were by so much that was trying and unpleasant. Yet I doubt not, that a soldier's family circle must afford him many happy moments even when far away; just as I muse on our past happy life, and am cheered by it, many and many a time; oftenest when I am hushing Baby to sleep at dusk. I will send you the paper this morning whether there is anything in it or not. Rachel Kenny was buried yesterday. All our friends are in usual health. and all inquire for you and your evening. Well; by this thime whose Lieut Colonel are you. I told Robert to try and find our where you really were. Rob is munching a piece of buckwheat cake at my elbow, and says "mamma, write that I like Papa". Goodbye Dearest, my head refuses any more writing. A.