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October 15, 1947 Dear folks, I hear that a hurricane was off Cape Hatteras yesterday. Are your skies as blue today as ours? This is wonderful weather that laughs to scorn my booked looks. I don't dare ride through the park. Gave up biking to Concord with David--no great bereavement, I'm sure--in it. Glad Dad has found so many new things. Had you ever poked about at this time of year before? Here we have now meatless Tue and fowlless Thur--with the result that they served turkey last night and will serve beef Thur--no real saving. I forgot to wait tables Monday night, as it's being a holiday set me off; nobody noticed I guess. May has been doing for us the Troika--a wild Russian dance; a bit of the Highland fling; and, uttering a [[strikethrough]] sh [[/strikethrough]] dramatic shriek of horror at the sight of her bed (when I found her this morning she was tied up in a knot of spread, quilt, and tawny hair), fell to work. Well, to Shake, Love, Doris