Have not you been in lovely places, and in great good fortune in your vacation? I am glad of it. I love you--so does Jimmy--and Sambo, and so would Billy, the neighbors' dog, who hangs about me for rice and kidneys, if he knew you. As to Pink, she flourishes like a green bay horse, teaches French and is in good spirits. Molly goes away on a vacation tomorrow. Poor Jim! With us for cooks! Remember him in your prayers. Thine, thine, MOLLY POLLY. Beverly Farms. Jan. 25, 1919. My Dear Mrs. Goddard: I didn't know till the other day, when I accidentally met Mr. Hakanson, that you had had an anxious and worried time this winter, with Mr. Goddard in the hospital. I am glad to know that he is able to be at home now. Tell him with my love, that our old neighbor, Mrs. Goodwin, once broke her leg, and she told me that though she expected to be always lame, that in a year she could not remember which leg was broken. I hope you and the boys have been well, in this winter of worries. As to ice, I am scared to death of it, nothing else ever keeps me in the house. My old assistant at school, declares that one winter she dragged me up and down Everett St., every school day! Nothing like the quietness of this winter at Beverly Farms was ever seen. I think I must suggest to the Beacon St. people to come down. We have had a good many dark days, but now and then, I lie in my bed and watch the sun come up and glorify the oaks on your hill. And then I quote to "Jim" Emerson's lines: "Oh! tenderly the haughty day Fills his blue urn with fire." And he likes that about as well as he likes the stars in the middle of the night! By the way, we are thinking of going to Colorado and Florida next month for a few weeks. We have got the bits in our teeth, though we may have to go to the City Home when we get back. We mean to try the month of March in warmer climes. We haven't anything to wear--but that does not matter. Miss Miller comes down now and then, always serene, though what she finds in the inlook or the outlook is difficult to see. Serenity in her case, does not depend on outward circumstances. God bless you all, and we shall be glad to see our kind sensible neighbors back. Affectionately, MARY L. DOW. My Dear Mrs. Goddard: I told the nice young person at your door, that I hoped I should some day soon see your dear face, and so I do hope. But I understand all your busy moments, and you understand my limitations, my having been born so many years ago; and we both know what fine women we both be, and that's all about it!