Dear Mother, Father, and Pete:
My hands are so cold that I can hardly write.
I had an easy psych written this morning. I also handed in the J paper and got that out of my system.
After fifth hour this afternoon Jane and i went for a long walk. It was a wonderful day and the trees are gorgeous now. We then came back and watched with great excitement the Vassar--English stat team hockey game. I staid until I got too cold. We were losing to them, but not badly, and incidentally putting up a great fight. At least we have company in being defeated by them.
I have debate tryouts tonight.
Love,
Fannie