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2 fitful. Often she refuses her milk, then gorges on canned mackerel mixed with bread crumbs. This week Mrs Griffith - the last of my good friends who travel back and forth - goes to her daughter and family in Pittsburgh. Then for three days I am going to entertain Mrs Putney, my blind friend. Mrs Seaverns was up a few days ago and she gave me five dollars to defray expenses for Mrs. P.'s entertainment, else I couldn't do it. Mrs Seaverns brought lilies to put on the cemetery lot where her father, mother and aunt are buried. She had her daughter-in-law, Virginia, with her and the 11 week's old grandson - Harry's baby. He is a fine sturdy, little chap and Mrs Seaverns calls him Buster, though he has been