Dear Dad: ' Get.20, 1913.
I was unable to write Saturday, on account of Portola, on Sunday, on account of company, and so here I am writing now, Monday night. I 'm all ready for bed, in my bed slippers
and oajr.mas, and my hair hanging down. I 'in curled up on the couch in my bed room, and as
soon as I 'm through I 'li "beat, it" to bed, for there are two ox's to-morrow. One I 'n long-
for, and the other well, I 'm not longing for it, 'cause it is a French ex. The first one
is an ex. in Algebra. Yumi yum'. I love Algebra'.l'
'.Veil, Dad, I ' ve r ad over your letter, read it twice and carefully, and I understand from it that silence on my part means that I am satisfied with my present surroundings-. I
tried to keep silence, for I am satisfied, but you have demanded an answer. So, this I nay, I
am perfectly satisfied with my present surroundings and do a»t wish to change them.
I resent your opinions of my mother. Sho is considered as one of the finest coach^rs
in Oakland, by the principals of the different schools, and Mr.Barker, Supt. of Schools. Her
pupils can always be marked by their good work In both grammar and high schools. And above all
this, she is a good mother, end what is greater, in this world, than a good mother! This is
not only my opinion but also, of many others.
And now, Daddy, since we have thrashed this question out together, may wo not leave
it. I have nothing more to say in the matter, for I have given my final decree. I shall stay
; with my mother, and I shall keep my promise to do so, until I 'm old enough to support myself.
ELease, Daddy, please let mo feel that this is the last of these awful letters you
force me to write you; it hurts me so to write them, and yot, you/ demand these kind of answers
and I can only write them.
Now, I 'm, getting so sleepy that I close one eye and then the other to keep awake and
I lm yawning continuously, so Good night mon cher p6re, et "sweet dreams."
Lots of love,
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