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[[page 4 of 4; page is folded in half and letter is written on both sides]]

her age who started out by giving the Latin name of the silver fish pin I was wearing; she put in such gleeful interjections, kept such a good eye on all the girls & boys: she's ideal for her position.

Ah, now dinner is on the table and Grandma is contentedly fetching the pot of tea. I wish you and Julia & the Colcords enjoy everything as much as we.

(P.S. this is a capon, turkey too expensive)

Love, 
Doris




November 25

Dear folks, 

I am sitting in the kitchen with foods steaming to completion all about me. Grandma is upstairs finishing her letter; she looks so nice today, in her dark blue print dress with a dark blue print (same) apron that looks new, and her blue sweater that you [[strikethrough]] died [[/strikethrough]] dyed; and looks gay too.

I may be a weakling, but I confess I cannot rake up the lawn: the only rake is in the little house, and the door is so swollen from the repeated rainfalls that I cannot budge it open. Grandma, who hadn't mentioned it [[strikethrough]] before [[/strikethrough]] I tried to begin, remarked philosophically with a smile, "Well, their leaves would have all blown over on us anyway..."

The trees go thus and so:

[[image - overhead drawing of a plot of land on one side of house, apple trees]] 

[[image - overhead drawing of house]]

[[image - overhead drawing of a plot of land on other side of house, Red Gravenstein and Cortland trees]]

(I did not indicate any other trees save for placement; rest are O. K.)

Mr Turner did a very thorough & hard job, I should think: he transferred two