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[31 March 1926]

Sunday A.M.

Dear Folks,
 
This looks to be one glorious day but when I attempt to sit outside I find it altogether too chilly. Perhaps if I were in the corner by the glass door, I might find it sheltered enough for comfort.

The little snowdrops come through nice and fresh. I suppose some of the violets and crocuses are out too. If the weather is fine and everything goes well, and I don't hear from you not to come, I plan to get out to see you sometime next Saturday. Perhaps Aunt Maud and Uncle Ed stayed home and slept and read and sewed and sich [[such]] like. To-day I am going to do the same but so far have kept busy mending, sewing the trimming on my hat, etc. After mailing this, which I must do before 12 if it is to go out today, I am going to wash the blue figured silk dress I bought in Brockton last August. I have worn it a lot, but the brown one hardly at all. That is the way with my clothes.

Have you received Doris's essay yet?

Don't get too vigorous with the house cleaning and get sick.

Best wishes
Lena