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Friday Night -
Dec. 11 - '96.

My dearest Nannie -

The liberty scarf
is a fleecy dream and I am
perfectly delighted - Can scarcely
wait till next Friday night
when I can wear it to the Sigma
Sigma party, except that it is
such a [cloud?] it ought to
float and [blow?] instead of being
worn. Thank you so much.
It came Wednesday, and that
night I put it under my
pillow and waked up about a
dozen times to see whether it
was light enough to open the
package, but it wasn't till
about seven o'clock and then it
was such fun! A letter came