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13 Ponceworth Street, Stoneham, Mass.,
October 19, 1930.

Dear Folks,

I suppose that you have written your weekly letters to Doris and that now you are sitting beside the table reading, and will in two hours or so more be ready to go to bed.

I have not been out all day. When I woke up this morning and saw what a beautiful, sunshiny day it was, I thought of spending it out of doors, but I had not slept well Friday night because I went to the movies with Mrs. [[Pettecyill?]], and acquired a sick headache  which lasted all night and part of yesterday, so I did not feel like hurrying this A.M. Then I made an apple pie and some turn-overs, washed out my night gown, mended a towel, got dinner, helped clean up and then started in -- about four o'clock to type some thing Miss Danson wanted done. Now the day is over and I am still in the house, I think, however, that when I go out to mail my letters that I will take a short walk. To-morrow, I suppose, I shall get more papers to correct.

Did you get the good rain that we got here last week? The papers, then, said that we got 3½ inches. If that is so, nearly half of the shortage must be made up, I should think. It was about 7½ inches, wasn't it?

Transcription Notes:
Transcribed with a sick headache too!