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         Wednesday, Oct. 8, 1930

My Dear Hattie - 
   Three o'clock in the afternoon and no news of you to-day. But "no news" is good news usually, you know and I am going to believe it is this time.
   Pa and I had gone on a long trip up into the small lake region of Wisconsin, and as we left no word of our whereabouts, no mail or telegrams followed us.
   It's a trip we all will take if you come "home" - wonderful lakes and wonderful fishing (not the fish story kind) and best of all to me, because I am not a fisher-woman, a fine little country hotel with the best cooking, meal after meal, that I ever tasted, where I did not expect to, or anywhere away from home.   And the price-don't esk- so reasonable that I wanted Pa to go back and see if they had not made a mistake.   Pa is going to gather up some old fishing cronies and go again this week end, and maybe (???) next week we will eat fish, fish and more fish, until I get a "fishy eye"
   We enjoy these trips so much-they take us where the railroads do not and we xare developing a wanderlust that is surprising in such a staid old pair as we are.
   I think I take in the import of your telegram. There are some things about it I should like to know more of but I feel that we are a long ways from needing such definite information.   You are not the kind who die easily and are not going to just now-little Red Undershirt, as Phil calls my "Indian Guide" - disrespectful fellow, isn't he?