October 3, 1912
Dar Laura, is it your turn to write or is it mine. I have forgotten. The cold winter is coming again. Isn’t it. Gee I dread it. Have you heard from Ruth lately? I haven’t’ seen her in a long time. It was her told you about Mrs. Peacock wasn’t it. She had better keep still. It isn’t him anymore though. Your loving friend. Write soon. Alma.