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Poor Mr. Frank Travers died last night. I was very sorry. He has been a good friend to me. POOR MISTER FRANK TRAVERS DIED LAST NIGHT I WAS VERY SORRY HE HAS BEEN A GOOD FRIEND TO ME
ery Sunday on my way home from church I have been accustomed to stop in and see him. The conversation with him was always delightful, and during these Sunday morning talks we often decided important questions of public policy. I paid a scuttling visit to New York on Friday to give away Eleanor at her marriage, and to make two speeches--one to the Friendly Sons of St. Patrick and one to the Sons of the American Revolution. Mother and I have been riding a good deal, and the country is now lovely. Moreover, Ted and Matt and I have begun playing tennis. The birds have come back. Not only song-sparrows and robins, but a winter wren, purple finches and tufted titmice are singing in the garden; and the other morning early Mother and I were waked up by the loud singing of a cardinal bird in the magnolia tree just outside our windows. Yesterday afternoon Archie and Quentin each had a little boy to see him. They climbed trees, sailed boats in the fountain, and dug in the sand-box like woodcocks.  TO REPLACE HIM EVERY SUNDAY ON MY WAY HOME FROM CHURCH I HAVE BEEN ACCUSTOMED TO STOP IN AND SEE HIM THE CONVERSATION WITH HIM WAS ALWAYS DELIGHTFUL AND DURING THESE SUNDAY MORNING TALKS WE OFTEN DECIDED IMPORTANT QUESTIONS OF PUBLIC POLICY I PAID A SCUTTLING VISIT TO NEW YORK ON FRIDAY TO GIVE AWAY ELEANOR AT HER MARRIAGE AND TO MAKE TWO SPEECHES ONE TO THE FRIENDLY SONS OF SAINT PATRICK AND ONE TO THE SONS OF THE AMERICAN REVOLUTION MOTHER AND I HAVE BEEN WRITING A GOOD DEAL AND THE COUNTRY IS NOW LOVELY MOREOVER TAD AND MAT AND I HAVE BEGUN PLAYING TENNIS THE BIRDS HAVE COME BACK NOT ONLY SONG SPARROWS AND ROBINS BUT A WINTER WREN PURPLE FINCHES AND TUFTY TITMICE ARE SINGING IN THE GARDEN AND THE OTHER MORNING EARLY MOTHER AND I WERE WAKED UP BY THE LOUD SINGING OF A CARDINAL BIRD IN THE MAGNOLIA TREE JUST OUTSIDE OUR WINDOWS YESTERDAY AFTERNOON ARCHY AND QUINTON EACH HAD A LITTLE BOY TO SEE HIM THEY CLIMBED TREES SAILED BOATS IN THE FOUNTAIN AND DUG IN THE SAND BOX LIKE WOOD COCKS
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