This is Sunday afternoon and dinner all over and cleared away, so that I can write in peace, the twins being on a walk with their Sunday School teacher. It beats all how crazy those boys are about him and the things he can show them about tadpoles and pussy willows. -I know' they. only go to class in the morning to get a chance to go hiking in the afternoon, but I don't mind so long as it keeps them out of mischief.
Your Pa is asleep on the front porch and your sister Beatrice has gone off to the movies at the Park with young Eddie -Stilson in her class in High School. I don't know what's come over children these days, always going round in couples as if they was old enough to keep steady company. Judging from all I hear Iowa Center's not the worst for this either. Last night Kitty was in with a book tucked under her arm, "Beautiful and Damned." "That's a nice title for a respectable girl to be toting round with her," says I. "What's it about?" "O- mostly about petting parties" says she. Td pet you, if I was your mother," I went on. "A lot you
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