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...party in the afternoon and I could not go without something different. After turning two shops bottom-side up, I found several little [illegible] who rigged me up a head gear suitable to the occasion. I hurried home for lunch and drove back to try on the creation to make sure it was right. I went by way of the bank and got my mail which had just come in. There were two letters from Mollee, which had been only a month in coming. In one she told of the dreadful cold in New York. It sounded strange for I read it in the milliners shop, sitting under an electric fan, and was in the midst of the hottest of hot flashes. In the other letter she feared I was growing careless in my dress.