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in pencil in upper margin [no transcription]

July 15 [1927]

Dear Mary

  Nellie came in with  your good letter which of course I was glad to get.  Why havent I written before?  I dont know.  In the ? office is always a stream of people waiting & I am tired before I can get away.  I dont want them to come but I cant help it.  I go somewhere else for relief & then they are the same crowd forever and forever.  The mail is full of letters that I dont want to read and cant ?return? and my best friends grow discouraged waiting what can I do
  I am ?weary? of days and hours. &c  The old beautiful stanzas that you taught me, weary of "Every thing but sleep."
 This isnt entirely an excuse, - my eyes always brighten and my heart gladdens at a letter from you which is always delivered to me when it comes at the office and once in a long time I am much glad by seeing you.  But life is a weary drag and I like all others unwilling to let it drop. which it must forever.
  How I wish I could come out and see you but I