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I have been washing and rubbing up the car and Dad has been having a nap. The cat hasn't seen the black Scottie since his return, tho he looks fearfully over the fence every time he goes out. They may have gotten rid of her. Our garden is in its usual state of overgrownness, but the Jerusalem artichokes out under the kitchen window are gorgeous,- masses of yellow flowers that are as high as the windows. Our phone isn't connected yet or I would call up Dolores, but I hope to report on her by my next epistle. There seems to be a new lot of children running about. I don't know which place houses them. I saw Bobbie Wms with an insipid youth trailing after her from church this noon. I am going to stay home a few days, if the weather holds fine, and take it easy and get the place fixed up outside and rid myself of this barking. I really can relax here by my lonesome. I always feel that I ought to be entertaining Grandma up there. She is so lonely and wanders about in such a forlorn way that it breaks up any feeling of relaxation on my part and I have to keep things lively and moving for her sake. I hope you are getting into the swing of your work. Is there anything you want me to send up to you beside the typewriter ribbon? I didn't make any especial note of anything. Keep good hours and don't get all keyed up over your work. Love, Mother.