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"The
Camp"
Sat., Apr. 18, 1925
In
spite of the beautiful stars last night we awoke this morning
in six inches of snow. Gritting our teeth, we ran down to
the lake for a most refreshing and invigorating plunge,
the water being warmer than the air. We did not loiter,
however, but hurried back to the warm tent heated by our
gasoline stove, where, after a good rubbing down, we tingled
and glowed all over.
Having gotten the keys to The Camp we are making ourselves
completely at home. We plan to stay a week or so to fix
up some of Bill's grandfather's affairs in East Dorset.
He died last summer and his estate has a number of loose
ends to be found and tied together.
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