I wish I could read the Russian newspapers.

I feel as though I were watching a fire--a neighbor's house burning

down. I am excited and curious. Suddenly, I wonder how far the flames

are going to spread, and I feel panicstricken. Good-night, dear ones.

You in New England seem so far away from this European fire.

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