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Tell me what the club girls give you, and what they think of your calendar photos. I have not yet heard from Miss Wheelock - Had a card from Constance Coen, and she said she as going to write me a young novel soon. Had a card from Beulah - the first time in years that she has not sent me a present. I am glad she didn't, for I always felt so foolish to get such nice ones from her, and never return any. Had a long letter from Mrs. Marshall with news of the usual people. She asks for your address. Hers is 3751 W. 22nd St. I am interested in Ralph, the Minn. boy. Tell me how he gets on. Tell Max he had better carry the alligator letter opener in his out pocket so nobody will theif it. He needn't write especially about that. I thought he would be pleased with it. I have read a little in my new book - part of the preface to "The Doctors Dilemma" and am crazy to read more. But I have so little time to read. There are a thousand things to do all the time. There are so many things about this place that remind me of Highlands. The town is a little larger but when you go to the p.o. you have the same feeling of being the center of attraction, and you are expected to speak to everybody. It is as quiet, except when a train comes in, and getting letters is the only exciting thing that happens. When you go calling you are expected to stay three for four hours, and talk of inconsequential nothings in the way of neighborhood gossip, the neighbors chickens, and somebody's cow going to be fresh, etc. etc. And when anybody comes within a mile of the house you know they're coming here. It is splendid having all the soft water we want from our own well, and having the pump on the porch, and everything nicely screened in. You can sleep out on the porch if you want to when you come down, as it is plenty large enough. Tafren, did you ever get your magazines that you subscribed for? None has ever come here - not that I want any, but I happend to think that you said you had subscribed. Mr. Whitnall shot a rabbit the day before Christmas, and Mrs. W. brought it over. We stewed it and ate part of it for supper. Had the rest Friday noon. It was very good, tasted much like chicken breast. I wrote to Pattie the other day and sent it to her address in Los Angeles. Don't know whether it will reach her or not. The graphaphone seems to be all right again. G.M. plays it quite often. So, the funny old gentleman hasn't been here for a week & a half. He is planning to go somewhere to start up a bakery again and has Indianapolis in view. They have no heat at the hotel except little oil stoves, and they nearly froze Friday and yesterday. It's