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Arlington Va. 
27 Apr 1947.

Dear Doris:

I kept wondering all day where you were and what you were doing. I suppose you are too busy to go out to Stoughton or even in this fine spring sunshine but I hope you get out for a bit. It is too fine a day to bury your nose all the while in your books. 

Dad and I have been down to Plum Pt all by ourselves. The tide was high and Dad took off his shoes & stockings to go up to the last cliffs. But the winter has brought the soil farm above down over the fossil beds and they were a disappointment to him, so we came back and made our fire for soup and afterwards stretched out on the sand and had a nap that refreshed us both before tramping the long sandy way back to the car. The country is lovely with the yellow green leaves and white dogwood and redbud. I never saw so much land plowed up down that way for planting tobacco as this spring, and great beds of cloth in the woods show that they have plenty of seedlings to transplant later. 

I called up Dolores to find out whether she had any news of you and she told me the gist of your last letter. She is very tired and busy herself. Finals begin in 2 weeks and she is discouraged. She got a C in her Sociology test, she said. But her office work is going better as one of the men has discovered she is a stenog. and won't have anyone else do his letters. She likes that better than filing. She said she has a chance to go on a Baptist vacation trip of a week down in N.C. mountains and this time she is just going. I hope she does as she has never been anywhere, poor child, and needs a change and rest if anyone does. 

You will go on daylight saving this week, but we don't get it yet - if at all, and I rather hope not as we