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Conger Reynolds correspondence, November 1918

1918-11-03 Daphne Reynolds to Conger Reynolds Page 11

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and they fought three rounds on the table. It was great sport. Lemo fights that dog all day, and pretends to be about to go into fits if he sees it, but at night he curls up and purrs to it. Last night we gave Fred a surprise birthday dinner. Martha's brother was here, and we were so glad to have him, too. But the excitement was mos' nigh too much for I. Don't know why, but I cried for an hour before they arrived and after they left, I cried myself to sleep. Lemo slept in the den last night and I could hear him purring himself to sleep. I think he finally put me to sleep. I bathed him yesterday so he'd be nice for the company, and he was the dearest little yellow fluff you ever did see. Then he went down to the basement where they had been putting in coal, and got his feet so dirty. I could have spanked him to pieces, but I didn't. I washed him again. I guess I'll not have my hair
 
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