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composedly reclining on our lounge but Mrs. Myrick, who
had stopped off on her way back from the farm. She gave
us such a happy vacation, and when one doesn't hold
all her shortcomings up to view, she is very much more
lovable. And the judge, too, appeared so well.

A letter tonight from Mr. Goshey asks us if
we are willing to sell Punch. Mr. [Polhernna?]
wishes to buy him. Rose an I have decided
that it seems the best thing to do - as if in
the coming year we can dispose of the ranch,
there will be no place for Punch and of course
as he gets older, there would be less money value to him.
I shall be so glad when things are settled and there
are not so many goods and chattels to look after.
This idea of re-renting the house perplexes
me much. The books, I am going to store in the
attic - I am not going to be so foolish as to
rent them again, tho' from appearances they
look very well. Rose has not yet written to you this
week so I have the privilege of telling of a little evening
we had with a few of the boys last Friday. Rose had
for some time wanted to have the boys over to make
welch rare-bit Helen Younger has a very pretty chafing
dish and I had become quite expert in making them
at Mrs. Myncks and at the Maburys. I was quite
aghast however when Rose Friday afternoon said she had
asked Tarn McGrew - Stewart Cotton - Royce Strohan and
Philip Abbott (Rose says "bless him") so you see her sentiments.