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couch. We had been catching cabbage butterflies. Yesterday I found a lot of tiny beetles, which I put in your cyanide bottle. (It has the name of Eleanor G. Homer on it tho' and caused some green twinges to shoot). The first time I opened the bottle, it nearly knocked me over, so strong was it.

I hope you will have a chance to pick up a few things. Be sure to send them to Chippie for he wants the stamps — probably more than the bugs! Johnson said he envied you down there, but corroborated Chippie by saying that the farther south one went the fewer species — altho the more bugs.

This morning I got a notice from C.S. to appear at the Commission. I have just written my new address, which hasn't reached them. I don't know whether it means the appointment has be made so quickly or not. However, I am referring it to Chippie asking his advice before answering. Anyway I'm not returning to Washington till you do. I hope that I do get increase in salary. But we won't be any behind by my being home, because I shall be able perhaps to save a bit besides cleaning expenses here.

P.M.
Who do you suppose came to see us tonight? It was Joel Austen, and fat and fair as never he was before. Why, he is as big as his father, which is saying a good deal when you consider his past days. He said he was going to Harvard this summer, and he was all right. He came home last December from camp. He said Fred had been out to see him when home, and he praised Fred saying he had never known what a good true fellow Fred was