Monday Nov. 29 9:30 p.m.

[added later in LP's handwriting: 1937 ]

Dear sweet Paddy:

When this morning's mail came with no letter from you I was disappointed since I had expected not one but two letters. But the afternoon delivery straightened everything out. I'm happy you had such a good Thanksgiving with the boys and the Hoards. It was darling of Pace [sp ?] to propose a toast to me. I'm flattered that he remembers this long. Yes, I remember Karapstoff. It is fine that he invited you. I remember "forgotten" too - a very sentimental song that my family used to sing.

So - one of the sage councillors of A.C.S. of S. Calif - eh. Um mm mm mm !

The boys brought the car home this morning and reported a marvelous trip - Shomaker talked on nuclear physics and they seemed very happy and glad they'd taken the trip. They reported two punctures however which sounds bad for your new tires. The car has a new battery $8.98 - Bob said the other one was kaput. The car looks as if it had gone on a good trip. Shomaker has quite won

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my heart. He is darling. I have looked at him for the first time since you've been away. I think he does feel better now.

Oh, I wish you wouldn't mention my doing such a thing as going back with you in January! You simply mustn't work so hard. Good Lord - I don't worry about you - except to the extent that you'll work yourself into an untimely grave, and what will the girlie do then, poor thing!

I'm fixing many a surprise for you, my hearty! I had to laugh at your buying "Stocking Parade" when you couldn't get House Beautiful - like buying Boccacio [sp ?] when you couldn't get the Bible - (with the Songs of Soloman left out) What were you wanting with "House Beautiful" ? or "Stocking Parade" either for that matter. You're some Paddy all right. Good night sweet sweetheart. I hope you are not working since it is 12.30 with you. I hope you're sound asleep - and aren't counting blonds hopping the fence. Davy Hoard doesn't compare with Crellie, at least not in good looks. Crellie is such an angel.

Ava Helen Pauling

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