Dear Mother & Daddy,
"My hands are so cold I can hardly write. We have been to the parade & it is cold & rainy today. This is homecoming & we had hoped for a nice day.
We have had some frost & the dahlias are ruined.
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I wish Beulah could come Thanksgiving too. I keep intending to write to her. I know how she'd feel about leaving Nobel & Jerry--especially over a holiday. Ask her anyway & see what she says. I don't suppose they could get anyone to do their work so they could all come.
We have had several meetings this week & B went to Eureka College to give a talk in Chapel. I teased him about preaching the sermon & sure enough, his talk was listed on the program as the sermon.
I am on a writing binge again & have spent every spare minute writing this week. I got a letter from an editor saying she was interested in a little book on Japan. She sent me one on Alaskan Eskimos to show me the kind of book she wanted. So that is what I'm doing. It will take a long time to do a manuscript so I'm working on it.
Lots of love,