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grip or bad colds.  I hope you have got over yours and that you will get no more.  Be careful!

Myrtle is about the cutest kid I ever saw.  She knows more than a youngster of two might be expected to.  She talks and does all kinds of things.  Her mother had her at her mother's the other day and as soon as her grandmother appeared, Myrtle started for the pantry saying "crackers" and getting part there turned round and said, "tea."  Her grandmother thought that was rather clever. 

I was feeding her ice cream to-day and she kept saying "more."  She isn't bold about it either.  She is such a dainty little thing with such small hands.  You can't get any idea of her from her picture - that is, how she really looks and eats.

Her mother has four different views in one big frame.  She seems to think they are pretty good.

I suppose I shall get your letters to-morrow telling me when Doris is coming.  I hope she is over her cold by this time.  The train I come on when I come up nights has just gone by.  I smell the smoke.  I am yawning so will close and go down to mail this.

Buds are out, frogs are peeping, birds are singing, spring is to-morrow.

Good-night,
Lena.