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Conger Reynolds correspondence, April-December 1919

1919-06-25 Daphne Reynolds to Mary Goodenough Page 5

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was an attractive kind of little insect that flies around everywhere, so the kid has the idea he is some sort of butterfly. My husband got rough today. I must tell you about it. We had chased around a lot looking for the apartment, and it was a long time since I'd been home so finally I had to go to the pottie. I told Conger but there wasn't one handy just then - for ladies, so I had to wait. I was getting desperate and finally he said, "Oh, here's a nice place! Let's have supper here." and he stopped before a café. "But I have to go to the pottie," I said. This same thing had happened the day before, so my husband frowned horribly and said, "That settles it! You've got to wear stark pants." You know those rubber ones they put on infants? Isn't he awful? Just the same, he found me a place in the café and stood out side to see that no one bothered me until it was over.
 
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