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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,