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or pants, or some such thing, then come back and rest up good and get fat.
Will is away most of the time. I am afraid that we will have to move again before long. Oh, how I hate this moving.
I hope, Edith dear, that you are well and doing well.
I have not been well this last two weeks, but it is only a cold. Today,
I am much better and I hope to be in my usual health in a day or two.
When I am sick, I always think of Dede, for sweetheart, you are the only
person that ever babied me. I always do the mothering for others and, somehow or another, they all think that I don't need, or don't care to be petted when I am just like other people. Never mind, dear
Dede Peggie, I will always think of the nice little love pats you have given me. I was so sick last winter, and how I longed for someone to do something for me without being told to do it. What a silly thing that I am to write this blue stuff to you, Well, I will quit.
Edith, Will has a parrot. I call it Peter.
He is a cute little fellow but, what a bother the thing is.
Now, I will stop for this, and please dear, do write me a little
bit of a letter. Billy so often wonders what has become of Dede.
Lovingly, your own Peggie.