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October 15, 1950 Lulette dearest: When I look at the date of your letter I feel very guilty for not having answered long ago. How fast the time goes - like my poem: A day is such a little thing It passes by so soon Before we know it has begun It's in the afternoon Well! I guess it's the same with all of us. I suppose your father is with you now and you are all settled down for a happy