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If a fellow is the least bit nervous in the night or moves the least bit, he finds the pillow or cushion or blanket, which ever you choose to call it on the floor in the morning and yourself in bed freezing.  After you have kicked it off and put it one a half dozen times or more you give it up in disgust and either consent to suffer with the cold or get up and get your heavy overcoat. I have given up trying to keep on the feather bed and use the coat entirely. 

Did you have a nice Xmas? I suppose you did. Did you have many presents? Mother had a small one for you, so she said in her last. I wish I could have been there and given you one; but I was'nt. Frank W. sent me two papers all about the election. It seem that dear old Boston has so far dropped its selfrespect as to elect an Irish Catholic Mayor.

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What are we going to do? Must we leave the dear old place. I must say it rather disgusted me, though I suppose it pleased F. being of his relig. [[strikethrough]] and [[/strikethrough]]

Hon. Hugh O'Brien is the name of the honored person. I cant say I relish the idea of an Irish Mayor but there is no help for it unless it is to stay over here. Did your mother get the letter all right? I meant to have written before but somehow I did.

You will forgive me. Wont you dear. Dont lose any more sleep because of not hearing from yours truly as I shall write as usual and if you dont get them they are lost and no harm done.

Do you will continue to gain in flesh in the absence of your troublesome admirer. I was thinking last eve of the times we use to walk out to Ashmont st. together at 11.30 and wondering if should ever get back to that dear old place and to you.
 
Love to all
and heaps to your dear self.
as ever. Ned.