Letter from Grace E. Hall to Clarence Edmonds Hemingway

November 5^th. 95.

My Own Sweetheart,

I am just going over to plunge into the books with your mother,

I have just been figuring up my correspondence and find that I owe some 28 letters to friends - that is the way I do; shirk letter writing for 3 or 4 weeks and then do it up (wholesale)

Elaine has just come home

from the Bank at 12 oclock because it is election day .

It seems as if everybody can have half holiday but you dear.

Never mind. "Every dog has his day" as they say and ours is coming.

Bye Bye for the present Sunshine

Grace and I opened your photo, that came today havent we got plenty of nerve?

It seems dreadful to think I havent seen you tonight, but I guess I'll sew aprons to comfort myself, Wasn't that

moonlight walk lovely last night This weather is absolutely perfect, I can't get the blue's this afternoon anyway. 'Oh Dear, I made barberry jelly this morning and it won't set. I think I shall have to label it Barberry Wine, insted and pretend I never intended it for jelly.

Well my dear, dear one, I must say goodnight with a long kiss from your own true love.

Sunshine

Clarence