1 November 1918

Dear Don,

Just to show you that I do not have to wait four or six weeks before answering I am writing to you tonight.

I had a letter from Alice D. today, the first one since last January. I was a good newsy one. She said the day she wrote Father Dwelle went into the barn to see something and as it was rather dark he lit a match and then let it drop. A blace [sic] started and the building was well on fire before the family discovered it. Father D. was missing and Alice found him still in the barn apparently unaware of any fire. She pulled him through the smoke and fire out into the air. He has almost lost his mind and doesn't know what he is doing most of the time.

Alice has had her attic furnished off into two bedrooms, a play room and a bath.

Last Saturday Robert was taken sick, Sunday Melven went to bed and Monday Bob came home sick. Of course, we blame it to the "flu" but we don't know. They were all pretty sick on the first day but then began to get better so we did not call a doctor. Robert does not feel very well yet but it is his stomach. Bob went back to work to today but Melven is still at home most of the time. He raked the yard today doing a littel at a time. But he does not feel strong enough to dig in as usual at the store. Donald and I are all right so far. Don is too much of a little dickens to get sick. He keeps us all on the jump.

I see by the Waukon paper that the Thomas Granna's have a new son.

Bob is called to entrain with the next group on Nov. 11th. He had begun to think that he might not even get into a camp.

I hope you have the opportunity to go across and it looks as though chances are good for some time yet.

What do you need in your outfit that you haven't? Or what could you use to make things more convenient. I would like to send something for you to use so you would remember us. So write to me at once and tell me. and always remember that there is no one more interested than...

Lela and the Larsons.

Arlee, Montana, Nov. 1st. 1918