Dear Bertie: I got your postal of yesterday today noon, and was so sorry to hear you had been sick, and truly hope you will be much better by this time. I have not been feeling quite as well as usual, owing to the cold I told you of, and other causes. But I will get along somehow I reckon. But I do so much hope you will not get down. If this calamity should be added, I think I would just about give up the ghost, and for good. I am billed to call on Roy and his wife this p.m., and will report when next I write you. I have nothing out of the ordinary to report, and need not add that it still rains. In fact, it seems second nature to hear it rain. I have been in it so long. With my rain coat and umbrella, I keep fairly dry, but have worn out my rubbers, and have not yet decided to get another pair. I am glad to hear you are not yet deserted, as you wrote it, as I do not feel that at times you feel very much that way. I suppose matters along church lines are settling a little. Just as I wrote the above lines I glanced in front of me, and saw a Spokane Review of yesterday, with a big “Billy Sunday” cartoon entitled “Will the busy-bug see his shadow?” It was a representation of a sun rising with Sunday’s face as the sun, and a bottle-faced representation of a groundhog in the lower right hand corner. I also saw in same paper where Sunday had gone to Olympia in company with 110 Spokane business men, to talk to the Legislature, in favor of temperance. I hope his work will have lasting results. With my dearest love to you and the little ones, I am Lovingly your husband, G.W.D. (or Geo. W.D.)