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youth who spoke to me of the
Tudormaus who are there.

After dinner, Mrs. Peasly said
her husband could put a back
seat in the delivery wagon if
we could wait till she did up
the dishes & they would take us
home; so one of the boys who is
studying for the ministry & whom
I always see in church, Helen
in her silks, and I, wiped while
she washed, and her little
curly-headed, adopted, orphan-boy
sang us baby-songs. Then we
came home in the back of
their delivery wagon & waited
for her to do an errand at
the Hutchursins who are the
[smallest?] people in Palo Alto
and whose home life we had