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February 5th. '96

My Dear Clarence

Yours of Saturday
and Sunday received this
morning -- by the same mail
came a short line from [Nankey?]
and a long 8 pager from
Else. You ask me to
write you of my days and
what they are filled with;
That is not easy to do, because
they are all so different.

I rise late, dress and
get my little breakfast, and
while I am eating it, the
girl usually comes in
with the mail, so you
generally talk to me at
breakfast, making what
would otherwise be a rather
lonely meal, quite the most