Why don’t you write, just that I’d come down I see? Yesterday was awful cold. Pa is fixing cellar, the moon comes tomorrow to put in our new furnace. Am going over to Sadie’s to-morrow to help make a basket to put the baby in when it gets here in March. Jessie Simmons has a baby. Ward Hall is Papa. Guess I’ll go to Streator Thur. Pa & I’ll be down. Write B.E.B.