4/8/09

Thurs. April 8, 1897 Wea. nice

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Cora of course had to go to the dentist. That is getting to be a rather monstrous business. In the evening we tried to study some but we got into a rumpus which ended up in Florence having a good cry and did not accomplish much in that line, I mean studying but I hope I did in the other. I baked bread and it seems that in never get any that is decent. I pity my hub [a few words in shorthand].
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NOTE
"Hub" may be "husband" - she pities her poor husband to be because of her inferior breadbaking skills!

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