Dear Sister: Uncle Judd is dead. Funeral tomorrow, Sunday at 2 o'clock. Down to Ira's. Hope you will get this in time. Erne has been gone to Green all the week guess he will never come back. Looked for him all the morning. The [bairns?] are up to at [Harris's?] filling silo. This has been the longest week I ever saw. Now come over, I got a letter from Aunt Mary. They say you can have some apples this fall. Did you go to the fair? Good bye, your loving sister Neto