Dec. 28, 1922. Hartsdale, N.Y.
We came up here today to visit the Dewey’s for a couple of days. It was raining when we left home, but it is cold and snowing now, and I think the country will be lovely tomorrow. The Dewey’s house is beautiful and full of interesting things. I was glad to see “Aunt” Corinne and Georgia again, though I must confess that Georgia is apt to annoy me sometimes by taking away my playthings, and I don’t like that. “Uncle” George was sweet to me as he always is. I like him.