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in pencil in top margin Bartlett Dec 28 '40

letterhead PRIVATE OFFICE HOTEL FARRAGUT KNOXVILLE, TENN.

Saturday Dear ? We ? is a sad Christmas. Eleanor's mother a very beautiful and remarkable woman, we all loved, had been found dead in her bed. It is a grand way to die and she was old and tired but something inside her never had tired. Her death wrecked us. ? dear, your confession of love is the finest Christmas gift I could have. I shall hang it up on a peg in my inner ?