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Oct. 19, 1925.

My dear Mr. Schmitt.

Here goes another epistle to Punta Arenas. Your last letter gave me no clue as to where to write so here's hoping you get all these fiery love letters.

It's cold, cold, cold!!! A terrible wind but poor little sister braved it and went off to school with her brother this morning. He takes her now on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday mornings and I take and get her all other times. I hope I'm not rash in letting her go with him. I know your Mother doesn't approve.

Things are going better with the boy at school just as they always do. The teacher was quite apologetic the next time I saw her. [[underline]]Dirty bum[[/underline]]! And what's more she urged him to come to her Sunday school which meets at the Takoma