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Thursday, June 20, 1918

111° at the ice plant today. 

I spent a good part of the day

trying to keep Mary cool. She 

eats cracked ice by the cup full. 

She gets sweeter every day. She

says, "Come 'ere, Pearl." We do

enjoy each other so much. Katie

took Mary & Mother riding this eve.

John stook Harry & I. We  went to

the country. The wheat fields 

are a beatiful as anything

I ever saw. We stopped at the 


Friday, June 21, 1918

Cleaned the downstairs. Shortened

three of Mary's dresses. This eve

Mother, Mary & I went to the

Best. She skipped along the

street -- swinging her arms, happy

as a lark. It is a pleasure

to watch her.