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strange then that I feel sad? If only she had lived, we could have straightened out all the hurts of that time, but she died before it could be done. I often wonder if when she was near death, she ever gave me a thought and if so, what it was.

Boston, Mass.,
Thursday, Dec. 1, 1938.
Met Tom Sawyer and Harrison at our Office first thing. They were on deck before Roy Goggin and Donovan. Harrison is the Alco service man here in Boston, a nephew or cousin  or something of Mr. Dickerman, Alco president. Harrison is a big, tall, raw boned, rather homely but very pleasant fellow maybe 30, an M.I.T. man and ex-army flier. He was on pins and needles today because his wife was due to have a baby any minute. He appealed to me at once as a quiet, intelligent, well bred fellow, - this before I found out about the Dickerman connection.
 
We proceeded over to the B. & M. and talked to Dave Reid, whose first statement was that no one had told him we were going to make a survey and he had no authority to let us proceed. He was pretty tough for a few minutes but shortly was offering to give us all the help he could in every way and I sized him up as a pretty good guy whose bark is worse than his bite most of the time. Tom Sawyer did most of the talking. He seemed to have a good idea of what he wanted and he just barged right in. I felt a bit dumb all day as Tom harangued the B & M but not having been told anything about the survey before, I kept quiet until I could get my feet on the ground. And I think too, if Tom likes to talk, it's

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