dinner, which was the best insurance for a happy birthday all round that we could think of. They sent her out a doll {illegible} yesterday and so we gave it to her at breakfast, and she was certainly tickled with it. Poor old Harry B. had a terrible craving for it but realizing that his usual "Might is Right" principle would be less than ever tolerated on Gay's birthday he didn't take it by force but resorted to all manner of coaxing to which Gay was impervious to it as she was to Marj's suggestions that maybe the baby would like her daddy to hold her for awhile.