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Stoughton Feb 8th 1933

Dear Doris

Didn't it pour last night & wind blew a gale. but the middle of the afternoon the sun shone out & since then it has been like summer with the wind to the South & the therm [[thermometer]] at 60 degrees outside.

I am reading a library book that has to be in by Saturday, so am letting my work go. but I have plenty of time. if Talbot doesn't come to day I am afraid he has forsaken us entirely. but I feel theres [[there's]] not much pleasure for him to come to this depressed atmosphere.

Pa is staying upstairs to day. its warm there & a change for the better. he reads the old town reports. the new one interested him for days & he looks forward to the paper every night. 

Kanute is home again from the hospital so Smith told me yesterday. Its his shoulder fills up with pus he went there before. I dont know what causes it. the last time I saw him last summer perhaps, he had a bloated