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in the lot, the trains blow, the
[?sure?] sprout on the farm, and the
pump engine. Roberta
plays her pranks, John Jr. grows,
and the other grandchildren
frisk around. Your letters bring
home over to me here in France.

It is bitterly cold here now
with that damp chiliness that
pierces to the bone. It is the
kind of cold we have in Jan-
uary at home, though at times
it is dry and pretty. My wool
underware and heavy socks