A dream –; Going to McKinley Ave. school (Salem) with Catherine & Arthur – (tho I was as I am now, I thought I was re-experiencing with them my own early days at this school). It is the noon hour, and we have come out to go home for lunch. I will show them a shortcut from E. Green St. to High Street. We enter dense woods, thru which wind several narrow roads, outlets for the homes of millionaires who have marred the former solitude of the woods – about midway, we come to a bank sloping away from us, down which we caper joyously. It is covered with a rich deep moss, broken by yellow-flowered jewelweed. At the end of it, our way is barred by a rocky glen with steep rocky walls over which is tumbling water from melting snow.
We retrace our way, trying to discover a passage to High St. We come upon a lane, at last, that leads to that street over a bridge, but our way is barred by one of the rich house owners and his man (who is tall and clad in a uniform-dark green). Despite our entreaty, they forced us to return to Green St. I awoke then.