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12 Merrill St., Cambridge,
April 6, 1923.

Dear Folks:

Letters seem few and far between these days. I always hated writing and sometimes the hate is greater than at other times.

I have been in this place a week yesterday. I should have liked to stay at the Y.W. permanently, but there were about a hundred on the waiting list as it was. There there is life and company about; at the same time one can be alone if he wishes.


an advantage.

Day before yesterday I sat in the library court and basked and napped and watched the pigeons lazily flop about. It is a place I am very fond of.

I hope that you are both well. I think that we can look forward confidently to spring and warm weather now.

I saw Ethel Robertson last Sunday for a little while. She is not married yet, and is getting out of the idea of it, I think. There are other men interested in her now. Her other man may wish he had come to terms.

I wrote Doris a few days ago.

Best wishes,
Lena.