My Dear John,†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† †††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††Tuesday night, Oct.19,
††††††††††† Your Daddy is at the Institute, Papa has left for the other house and here I am. Just finished pressing a hem in my dress, this after-noon I gave the bath room wood work the once over with a coat of paint, the hall is getting itís fifteen year old dress scraped off in preparation for a new one; and this gives you an idea of what is going on here.
††††††††††† Glad to have gotten your letter last Sat. as we came back from the cottage, you didnít say if you found it. Reese? In New York as you had said you expected to do, at any rate, you seemed to have entertained yourself right well judging from your letter.
††††††††††† With the ďdim putĒ there, as you mentioned I am sure New York doesnít look natural, for when one speaks of N.Y.† you are reminded of itís bright lights and sparkle.
††††††††††† How do you like the pictures of you and me? Poor Ben was only in one, and really not in that one. Thatís not my fault. But I know one thing, dog if I get in any more, for I always look like something off last yearís Christmas tree. Evelyn called me to ask how the pictures turned out, so I took them Sunday for her to see, promising to have some made for her. The bad part is, the best ones of you are with me, and of course she isnít interested in having my picture, so I told her to cut mine off and any of them are good of you, except one, and you will not have any trouble in picking that one out.
††††††††††† We came to the conclusion you had a wad of ďbubble gumĒ in your jaw, or getting the mumps one. Whatever it is, itís awful of you.
††††††††††† You should be her now, the hall is in a mess with being papered. Arenít you glad youíre in the army?
††††††††††† I gave the order to-day for your Christmas fruit cake, but I hope I wonít have to send it to you, but that this year you will be home. Wonder if you will?
††††††††††† Havenít heard anything yet as to a leave? Iím like you were in your last letter, nothing to write about, so hereís the pictures, keep what you like and throw the others away, so good night to you,