In this letter Robert picks a bouquet and works on art.
Feb. 28, 1927
We had a nice warm day here.
The violets were out fine. Mayna and I picked a boquet for Mrs. Cooper. I took them over to her. Mr Cooper said, “Tell your mother when you write to her to come home. Frankie’s on the bum and I have to stay home with her. I’ll nurse both of them.” By doggies.
Today was art day. We are going to draw a flower pot with a flower in it. We got the pot part compleated today.
We went by Willows on our way home. We found Harry Dillman and aunt Izzie at an evanelistic meeting (it wasn’t [unreadable]). One at the mens and the other at the womens.