To this he wrote four verses about me and a skink – Well, our relations (mine and the skinks) got rather complicated and in the end of the poem I fled! After supper I started on the two other posters but Louise and Edith persuaded me to play “500.” Fred had been playing but had gone upstairs mad, when Louise teased him about his freckles.[i]
                                                           Wednesday March 8, 1911
     If anyone should read these pages, they would think I had got description of January and April mixed, for one day I describe as a raw wintery day, the next as a spring day, followed by another January day. But that's the way it is - and indeed there is something delightful about this alternation of snow and sun­shine.
     To-day warn a calm blue sunshiny day; this morning dawned clear and cold and white - and how the snow sparkled in the radiant sun, sparkling its death sparkle for as the sun mounted higher in the heavens, it became warmer and pools of shining water and mud took the place of the white. This evening I was leaning out of the window a feeling of something undescribablecame over me – which