Fine weather continues. I went to the shop as usualy, though having no work to do. It started so nicely a few months ago, that I had good hope, work would continue, but I got sadly left, so it seems and I get allmost discouraged, having no work come in, and no money either, though both is promissed. Martha is got a severe cold and our little one dont seem to feel good neither. I hope he wont get sick. Received a letter from Mama. They got home all right. Papas sickness turned out into rheumatism, so I am afraid he will have to suffer a good deal. Our cellar is now well stocked with coal & vegetables so we can eat in peace if I am only able to earn the rent and a few other necessitys. I hope I will earn it. Allmost hope against hope.
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