Sunday evening Dec. 14.
Dearest May Louise
Woe was we wisely wailed wee Willie Winkie wildly waving his wobbly wooden wolly wig with waggish wit!
Yea verily even so, Christmas cometh he high ho
Though the wintry winds do blow,
My spirits ever onward flow;
Though the time goes awful slow
I live and laugh because I know
That soon in spite of friend or foe
I’ll take a trip through Buffalo.
Please ‘scuse me if I seem to drivel but I’ve just had a fit of the giggles, had ‘em bad so that I ache all over -- don’t feel as if I were on the earth at all -- I’m going to a Song Service now to get calmed down -- will continue later.
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Well, I went, and I did get calmed down and the change was


almost too sudden for my equilibrium. But after all I haven’t a thing to say except that you may expect my trunk on Friday as I shall send it Thursday. At present I am at a fudge party and writing is un peu difficile when people are jabbering around you. I’ll send you the check for my trunk by mail. You’ll tell Eloise when I’m to get home if you see her won’t you? Though I s’pose she knows already. I simply can’t wait -----
Farewell
Au revoir but not good bye
Peg


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POUGHKEEPSIE, DEC 15 130P 1902 N.Y.
Miss Shipp
1010 N Delaware St
Indianapolis
Indiana.


INDIANAPOLIS, IND. DEC 16 330PM 1902