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in Washington, and wonder what it is like in colder New England.  I have not yet been able to put on summer clothes, although the co-eds are having to for fashion's sake.  The leaves are all out, but that is all the summer that is to it.

There is no work yet this morning, which means that about 10 o'clock all five professors will come in bearing 15 pages each....

The Indian for whom I typed the thesis very nicely took my picture one day by surprise.  I enclose it for you.  He is still not through his ordeal, having to hand the thesis in this Friday, tomorrow, and not yet having it completely typed.  In fact he is very worried.  In spite of that he came over last night to give us the picture.  We asked him to come over again more socially when it is all over.  His name is Mr. Arya.

We had a good time Sunday in Lake-of-the-Woods, the nearby picnic grounds.  There are two small, ugly, man-made ponds in open space and a fine small river (the Sangamon, I believe) running through some woods.  There are quite a number of roads running through some woods.  There are quite a number of roads running around in the woods and fields.  One of our favorite spots is the gravel pit.  We found a fox burrow, we think, in an old tree trunk base (many different kinds of feathers found in the gravel pit including pheasant), many mosquitoes, and other interesting objects.  We plan to trap some field mice and keep them in our window box (cement-walled, screen on 3 sides and top, glass window on fourth) soon.  Penelope will enjoy that, I think, too.

Well, until later,

Love,

Doris