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 December 26th.

My Dear, dear Daddy,

Haven't you any sense? Don't you know that you mustn't give one girl seventeen Christmas presents? I'm a Socialist, please remember; do you wish to turn me into a Plutocrat?

Think how embarrassing it would be if we should ever quarrel! I should have to engage a moving van to return your gifts.



I am sorry that the necktie I sent was so wobbly; I knit it with my own hands (as you doubtless discovered from internal