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Conger Reynolds correspondence, March 1-17, 1918

1918-03-08 Daphne Reynolds to Conger Reynolds Page 5

were not sitting by, looking on. I noticed Prexy's chair was vacant and some one said, "Nanny is out of town." I wasn't sorry, of course. Well, soon there was a big racket at one of the tables; girls were moved to other places, the table was cleared and finally in walked a teacher with some guests whom Prexy had invited to dinner and forgotten. The poor things had been sitting in the parlor waiting and Nanny was going farther all the time, on the Katy, or perhaps the Mop.  Everyone tried not to laugh, and the result was a sepulchral silence as the procession filed thru the dining room. The one man in the party was visably nervous. I wanted to tell him of the time my hubby came down here to dinner but I didn't of course. I'll never forget what a good dinner we had that day. You must have enjoyed it so. We cuss our meals regularly three times a day. Poor you! You want a baked potato even worse than I wanted a sweet potato in Washington, I believe.

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were not sitting by, looking on. I noticed Prexy's chair was vacant and some one said, "Nanny is out of town." I wasn't sorry, of course. Well, soon there was a big racket at one of the tables; girls were moved to other places, the table was cleared and finally in walked a teacher with some guests whom Prexy had invited to dinner and forgotten. The poor things had been sitting in the parlor waiting and Nanny was going farther all the time, on the Katy, or perhaps the Mop. Everyone tried not to laugh, and the result was a sepulchral silence as the procession filed thru the dining room. The one man in the party was visably nervous. I wanted to tell him of the time my hubby came down here to dinner but I didn't of course. I'll never forget what a good dinner we had that day. You must have enjoyed it so. We cuss our meals regularly three times a day. Poor you! You want a baked potato even worse than I wanted a sweet potato in Washington, I believe.