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The baby, Little Doris, is four to-day. I tried to get a birthday card for her the other day, but couldn't get what I wanted, and I was taken sick before I got one made and a letter written to her.  I had already mailed her a little garment to wear during hot 13 Pomeworth St., Stoneham, Mass., days when she needed only that, so perhaps      July 5, 1932.
I shall be forgiven. 
L.

Dear Folks,
I guess you will wonder what has happened to me. Well, first of all John J Hollis called up for me to come in town and fo about to the museums with him Thursday.  Then I went back to Mr. Andrew's with him for supper.  Then Mr. Andrew invited me to stay all night and go about some more Friday.  I stayed, but didn't take in any more museums, but helped John Hollis pack for his departure to Hanover, N.H. the next morning, and in the P.M. in both went to Cambridge, - he to his Uncle Erastus's to replace a little sail boat of his cousin's that he had let loose on the Charles River and so lost when a big boat ran it down, - and I to see Miss Dawson.
I got home in Friday night's downpour and have been laid up ever since, - Saturday only partially, Sunday in bed all day, and Monday up part of the time.  This P.M. I got out for a walk just after dinner - picked some raspberies, thimble berries, and blueberries - enough for supper.  The air was so good and clear that the whole thing helped tremendously to clear up