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Friday Evening

Dear Mrs. Holmes:

It was so good to get your nice letter.  You beat me on hearing the robins and seeing them too, for it was a week or so later that I spotted my first one.

I have dug several messes of dandelions up in the park, however, and there heard the peepers' chorus over by the river.  My foraging exploits have started for the year 1945!  How I do enjoy them!  But to-night I decided I was too tired to go any distance.  I fear even the library will not lure me to-night.  I did not realize how really all in I was until after closing time.  

The friend next door is wearying to combat.  I have a radio of my own now, but I lent it to the neighbor who loaned me his formerly.  Now his has gone dead and I try to return the favor.  I run mine almost all night.  It puts me to sleep so that I avoid lying awake for hours in the middle of the night, as I used to.

Ruth Handschumacher was married last Wednesday night in the Second Church