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BUCK is down the hill, lying on his back -- and this is once when it is"him and Got! With Bud and me, his world in the best place to have caught the motor, it makes me realize that it was unkind of us to come. So this is Winburne.
The mail is back over us. He dove twice and in two pretty zooms after Buck wigwagged him, he is going back to Bellefonte, where he was waiting for us. 
I shall be glad to get a skirt on. The natives do think I am a strange critter, no doubt. They asked at least steen times if the little boy was in in the flying machine and Bet' the ship my pants and a little boy of four all dropping out of the sky they will never get their jaws back to normal positions. I never knew that they - in 1923 people could be so out of the know".
WE are invited to come down to their house and [?] Kind people. The Renault had a broken water line and my nose was rite. Buck could not smell so he had to wait until the results were signaled to him by ear and eye. Six cylinders are melted all over each other. That means train to N.J. to say nothing of the work - for Buck. He refuses to crate it back and I admire him for it. Poor old Breguet. Always makes me want to cry when I see a ship down. Bud said "Gee Daddy we had a good day -- lots happened "-- that brought a laugh out of Buck -- now I feel better. 
                    later --
We are taking the trains out of the mts. -- on to Atlantic City. Ought to be there by nite. Will take Buck a couple of weeks to get the ship fixed and [[strikethrough]] the "wires ? foreparts are on the way. [/strikethrough]] he is so extra chirpy now -- I want to cry.

                  Chicago, Ill.
                  two weeks later.
Dear Diary:
Buck is still in the mts. He has had such an awful time getting the rite parts and distances there are so grear[t] because of the mts. and lack of facilities and roads. The express station is three hours each way. Poor kid. We had a grand time at Atlantic City and my old friends were as charmed with Buck as I, wanted them to be. Visited several "students of Buck's.
Letter to-day says it looks like two more weeks

                  Three weeks later.
Dear Diary;
I have had my tonsils out while Buck is away He suffers worse over my hurts than I do. Then I can be well continuously. A "belly-ache-ing" female would drive me away if I were a man.
Same week --