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that I thought (or my friend though) could be made into a studio is absolutely impossible. An old worm-eaten, hole-ridden dilapidated farm 1099 years old - no floor - no roof! I can't begin to tell you what a disappointment. Oh yes no where near water - either spring or artificial (plumbed)

But I'll not give up - I will keep on looking - until I find a place for the summer.

I will write soon again - write me soon too, and tell our hour dear Edna is feeling.

Love to both from Frances, Joy and myself

As ever

Max