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Friday Evening 

Dear Folks,

To-night is letter night once more, and as I am starting to write but I really don't know that I have much of anything to say except that I hope you are both getting along as well as usual and that you are enjoying this mild weather.  Over two weeks of winter are already past.  It won't be so very long now before the snowdrops and crocuses will be peeping up under the rose bushes in front of the house.  I hope that you are getting out for a change every day or so.

Isn't it sad about Ex-president Coolidge's death?  He was only sixty last July 4.  It never occurred to me that he might not be well.  The world has lost a good man and friend in him.  I am glad that Mrs. Coolidge is the kind to take all that happens in her lovely way. 

I got to round robin from the Maynard crowd yesterday - Melba, Ethel, Eleanor, and Helen.  It seemed good to hear from them, and to-day I got a note from Daisy.  Mother Moulton returned from Maine the day before Christmas, so Daisy says she can't welcome me so warmly as she could before she came back but that she would still like to have me come to see her.  I shouldn't want to stay over more than one night or so anyway.

I got letters from Berenice, Theodore, John Hollis, and Bunny after Christmas.  John Hollis is back in Andover, I suppose, but while he was at home