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Claude and Gordon think they are in the City Hall prizes - N.Y. - according to the World's description!
I am afraid she is dying! She can only gasp instead of talk and looks so pale & thin and patient and helpless. Awful disease! She is too sweet to suffer so and I hope she will soon be released. I felt as tho' I kissed her goodbye for the last time. To-night we were invited to Behn's Christmas Party & went about 9:30 - staying till nearly 12. There was dancing - plenty - children & others. I talked to The Harris's & "Pom" Dickinson, the Turpins, etc. Then a most German supper I ever tasted. Then music - mandolin guitar & piano &c. &c. over at the other house. A crisp cold night. Dec. 31. Sunday. The last day of the old year. I didn't get up till almost noon - so tired. Took a bath. Had dinner & spent a lazy after- noon and evening on the couch before the fire reading the new magazines. Popped some corn & helped eat it, and so on. Went to bed rather late, but was waked at 12 with a din of fog horns and whistles and bells. Goodbye old 1893!

Claude and Gordon think they are in the City Hall prizes - N.Y. - according to the World's description!
I am afraid she is dying! She can only gasp instead of talk and looks so pale & thin and patient and helpless. Awful disease! She is too sweet to suffer so and I hope she will soon be released. I felt as tho' I kissed her goodbye for the last time. To-night we were invited to Behn's Christmas Party & went about 9:30 - staying till nearly 12. There was dancing - plenty - children & others. I talked to The Harris's & "Pom" Dickinson, the Turpins, etc. Then a most German supper I ever tasted. Then music - mandolin guitar & piano &c. &c. over at the other house. A crisp cold night. Dec. 31. Sunday. The last day of the old year. I didn't get up till almost noon - so tired. Took a bath. Had dinner & spent a lazy after- noon and evening on the couch before the fire reading the new magazines. Popped some corn & helped eat it, and so on. Went to bed rather late, but was waked at 12 with a din of fog horns and whistles and bells. Goodbye old 1893!

Claude and Gordon think they are in the City Hall prizes - N.Y. - according to the World's description!
I am afraid she is dying! She can only gasp instead of talk and looks so pale & thin and patient and helpless. Awful disease! She is too sweet to suffer so and I hope she will soon be released. I felt as tho' I kissed her goodbye for the last time. To-night we were invited to Behn's Christmas Party & went about 9:30 - staying till nearly 12. There was dancing - plenty - children & others. I talked to The Harris's & "Pom" Dickinson, the Turpins, etc. Then a most German supper I ever tasted. Then music - mandolin guitar & piano &c. &c. over at the other house. A crisp cold night. Dec. 31. Sunday. The last day of the old year. I didn't get up till almost noon - so tired. Took a bath. Had dinner & spent a lazy after- noon and evening on the couch before the fire reading the new magazines. Popped some corn & helped eat it, and so on. Went to bed rather late, but was waked at 12 with a din of fog horns and whistles and bells. Goodbye old 1893!
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