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Sunday

Dear Folks: 

This is one busy day all right. I am getting my letter started early, – 3:20.

I went down to the Methodist church to-day to hear Myrtle speak her verse, "God is love".  She has been rehearsing it for a month or so:  sometimes she has said it very low – again with a shout and lately she has taken to [[strikethrough]] shouting [[/strikethrough]] singing it.  When it came her turn to-day, she asked aloud where she should go, "Right


in all its fury before Mr. Holmes got back last week; I was sorry.  Did it do much damage?  When I got to Maynard I found it had been swept by heavy rain and wind from much earlier in the after-noon.  Just before we came to Waltham, we saw a hugh tree broken off close to the ground, which, in falling, had swept down poles which carried multitudes of wires.  The jerk had torn them down for rods.  It is hard on the telephone company after the like expense from the ice storm.

It looks now as though it might rain again any minute.

I doubt if I get home next week, but I may.

Love, Lena.

Transcription Notes:
hugh tree - huge or high?