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Conger Reynolds correspondence, September 1918
1918-09-05 Conger Reynolds to Daphne Reynolds Page 2
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attitude. Still if I don't write - or rather, if my letters don't reach you, - you get excited and begin hurling things at me. I prefer to write. Today has been rainy and gloomy. Howsomever, Mangan and I made the afternoon cheerful by having a fire on the hearth in our salon (one o only) and sitting before it all afternoon. For a time after lunch I read to him. As I was so engaged I congratulated myself I was getting in training for the time when I'll have a nicer listener. Finally Mangan fell asleep. Notice he feel asleep, not I. You'd better never do that when I read to you. I read on for awhile. Then the orderly brought some paper in to me and I had to spend most of the rest of the afternoon working. But working before an open fire on a rainy afternoon in September proved to be not such a bad stunt. Alling blew in after a trip to the front, and Mangan woke up, and Martine brought in cakes and tea. What luxury! By the way Martine has a last served something that we couldn't stomach - in fact two things. Yesterday for lunch came some very black looking meat in pieces distinguishable as coming from some small, four-legged thing. To my inquiry as to what it
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attitude. Still if I don't write - or rather, if my letters don't reach you, - you get excited and begin hurling things at me. I prefer to write. Today has been rainy and gloomy. Howsomever, Mangan and I made the afternoon cheerful by having a fire on the hearth in our salon (one o only) and sitting before it all afternoon. For a time after lunch I read to him. As I was so engaged I congratulated myself I was getting in training for the time when I'll have a nicer listener. Finally Mangan fell asleep. Notice he feel asleep, not I. You'd better never do that when I read to you. I read on for awhile. Then the orderly brought some paper in to me and I had to spend most of the rest of the afternoon working. But working before an open fire on a rainy afternoon in September proved to be not such a bad stunt. Alling blew in after a trip to the front, and Mangan woke up, and Martine brought in cakes and tea. What luxury! By the way Martine has a last served something that we couldn't stomach - in fact two things. Yesterday for lunch came some very black looking meat in pieces distinguishable as coming from some small, four-legged thing. To my inquiry as to what it
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