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We have been making very slow time, and shall not arrive as expected on Friday. There is on board a Mrs. Snow from Maine - a good old fashioned New England type would remind one of Mrs. Warren (Harry's mother) and a little of Aunt Delia. She is in doubt as to where she will spend the winter. Has spent one in Florence. Has travelled a good deal. I thought of Bess. She would make a fine chaperone except for a queer cough. I should know more about her before the [[strikethrough]] ve [[/strikethrough]]trip is finished. It would be fine to have a sort of home life in Paris.

We have had very little sun this voyage, but one never expects good weather this time of the year. My face is a study of lob-sidedness. Wisdom teeth are an encumbrance.

I forgot to mention that passing the Grand Banks we saw a number of fisherman they were little boats for such high seas. We came very [[strikethrough]] ne [[/strikethrough]] near [[strikethrough]] one [[/strikethough]] running into one