Dear Ethel,

Received your pretty postcard. They all laughed when they saw something about not working too hard. They know I won't kill myself that way. It was our Sunday school picnic Saturday. This morning I am home on the sick list. I went to the doctors on Friday. He said it was a bad throat and she shilly affected the eyes. I wrote Miss Graham and Miss Wrese and Una. I am getting a good at writing now.