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Nat.Museum,Wash.D.C.
16 March 1948.

Dear Doris:

I am glad you smashed the clock rather than Jean! I suppose it was getting rid of your inhibitions? Like Dad when he threw the radio on the floor rather than spanking you for blundering over the cord. Or like me tearing up cloth when I can't sew - We all do it.

It is a rainy morning, so dark up here in the Dome that I can't see what I am writing. Sue brought me clear to the door.  The robins are singing in the rain and the songsparrows piping up continuously, and the elm buds hang heavy, a purple brown avenue along by the Museum. Spring at long last.    I hope it is melting you up there.

No news of Sophie. Chapin told me that she has been offered a higher job over in Agriculture, more pay, and he is afraid she will not return to us.  But we shall find out in a few months at most what are her intentions.  I think she will come back to Washington anyhow.

Marion is still teaching the kindergarten half day, getting $65 a month, and enjoying the children. Helen and Geoff will motor out to Denver some time during the summer to see her.  Helen is entertaining her old college room mate, Vannevar Bush's sister, over Easter, she is due the 23rd.  Helen sees a great deal of the Bush family on the strength of her. You know he is head of the Carnegie and was chairman of war science during the war.  He is a physicist from MIT.

There go the lights on -- I can see now a bit.  I enclose a clipping and an article by Frankfurter on Whitehouse that you may like to read.   Someday when we have time let's read his Essays.

How did you get on in your hour exams? I suppose you are having them all this week. How was Milton?  I hope his quiz wasn't too specific.  But you had had so much of it in high school you ought to know it by heart.

Went home on the bus with Mrs. Wms. Bobby with the baby, and Ann yesterday. The baby slept all the way. She is growing like any little well fed animal.  Bobby worships her.

How did you like the Tamany Hall boss? And how was Walter? Have you seen your Shakspere [[sic]] civil engineer again?  Practise on them and get proficient for the more attractive ones.  But it is usually the case that the ugliest ducklings turn out the smartest men, so don't let appearances in this early stage deceive you.   The most worth while youths are going thru your own tongue-tied experiences.

Love,
Mother.