Wednesday Night
What kind of a suspense game are you playing with us. Just received your monday [sic] letter again telling about marks, BUT NOT WHAT YOU GOT. You even mention others don't you know what you made yourself, if you do lets [sic] give. I think the school is ashamed to send us your marks, as we haven't heard from them either. Do you mean to say you're not as good as Judy, if not you better perk up a bit.
And do take care of that cold and get some medicine for it. Better not try wearing the new blouse until it gets much warmer.
Daddy sends you a clipping.
How's about you telling us your marks.
Today was dollar day and oh boy what a day, every body and his brother were in town.
Love,
Mother
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