December 4, I920. Dear Mother, Father, and Pete: There is nothing new to tell you today. I copied my paper for English yesterday afternoon and then took a walk with Helen Reid. We landed in an old cemetery, so you see how peppy I was feeling! Then I came hack and did some Ec, and last night I wasted the whole evening in the libe trying to get started on my history topic for this week. I just did not seem able to find the right books. I have a full day ahead f me today again, sides to making debate! There are tv/o Love, Fannie