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Wednesday, Dec. 11, 1918
Ironed this morning and mended
immeasurable things -- sewed on
buttons, darned, sewed up rips, etc.
Worked a dozen buttonholes in
refugee garments. Took my
finished sweater up to the Red
Cross rooms. Harry returned
tonight. Mary was still up
and had a little play time.
Worked 18 buttonholes today in
petticoatsfor the French children.
Mother brot 20 skirts home to
make. Embroidered some on Mary's
little dress. I enjoy Mary more
each day. She says such cute
things and is so sweet. No
word is too large for her and
she remembers all of them so
well. We have a blooming
poinsetta. She learned the
word immediatley and hasn't
forgotten it. She keeps me
entertained all of the time.