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Stoughton, Mass.
2 Jan 1934 

Dear Sid: 

I hope you are not freezing up down there. The cold breezes wafted my bedroom curtains out straight in the middle of the night and chilled me to the bone or back. Today the ground is icy and there are frequent snow squalls.
 
Mrs. Osborne got up this morning soaking and declared she was going home to get over her cold, and hoped to be back in a day or two, so my mother and I are holding the fort.  My mother decided she would have a treatment to vary her existence, and there you are! If I don't club my poor old father over the head before she returns, I shall be more controlled than I have been. He is so mulish, -getting back to normal - that I feel murderous at times.  But he has a hoarseness that I suspect is caught from Mrs.Osborn, and he is thickening up towards night. Maybe he will have pneumonia as a variation. It must be expected in his condition. You can't keep him abed. I have rubbed him with camphorated oil. 

Pa misses Mrs. Osborne's attentions and he has been asking, "Where's that woman?" (his appellation). She will sit holding his legs tenderly - and for the life of me, I couldn't. And now he is beginning to anticipate the