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Friday P.M.

Dear Folks:
 
I am up on the bleachers in the sun.  The ball field is all my own, at present any way - Thank goodness.  The air is clear and I like the feeling of the sun on my back.  I hope that both of you are enjoying it. 

I got a letter from Berenise this P.M.  She wants to know if I can come to Hanover for a few days next week.  She is tired out after Bunny's sickness and everything else and needs to be alone to rest as much as possible.  I think she takes the children altogether too seriously, but probably I should do likewise if I had the responsibility of caring for them.

A week ago to-day Mrs. Pettengill and Mr. P went to Warren, out beyond Worcester, to visit Madeleine - their daughter.  Mr. P. came back the first of the week, but Mrs. Pettengill didn't until last night.  Vernon, the older boy, went out for her.  I was abed and asleep when they got in at 11:30 last night.

Vernon got laid off from his work several weeks ago.  He graduated from college into the depression, but he was fortunate enough to find a position working as a chemist (?) in a paper mill in Lincoln, N.H.  The pay was not much to begin with, but promise of advancement was held out.  However, as matters went,