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3 may the year bring you rich blessings and may we gather you in through our door before it grows too old. A kiss of thanks
from Jean, who has just made one of her breath-taking leaps ahead. She does not grow a day at a time but suddenly months at
a time. I explained to her just now that it is the New Year. And what else? she said, which I though a fair text for a sermon.
Vernon adds his good wishes. Affectionately always Charlotte 2 have been the shattered world that was going--all boundaries
blotted out by the whirling pinions of the storm--the sky beaten down to the sea--and the sea hurled back at the sky. I have
never seen anything so terrible and so beautiful. And this morning the sun is shining and if it were not for the roar of
the sea, we would hardly believe there could have been yesterday. We fear the Stanford house stands over a pool, if it stands
still