Tuesday, July 14, 1925
Got up early and washed, scrubbed the kitchen, and ironed and was done up by two o’clock. Then I went over the house with the cleaner. The folks report Albert as so much better, looking and acting like he felt fine. Mama insists that I come over there. She thinks I am not getting any vacation. But the quiet is what I need and Ned is better and no trouble alone.
(It sounds to me like separating the boys from one another for a few days gave them a chance to finally get well. Perhaps Ned and Albert were just passing their illness back and forth to each other?)
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