home.  When Edith open the little gate, she went eagerly in, glanced at the four puppies and then, satisfied that they were al there and unharmed, she came out again with us.
    After supper Louise and I went to the picture-show; after we came back, I heard the wind rushing and moaning; I looked out of the window; everything was dark, and not a star was visible; a few drops of rain were hurled by the wind in my face and I went back to my writing it rained harder.[i]
                                                                  Saturday March 18, 1911
     This has been a dull lifeless day - a day of grey misty clouds and chill breezes; only in the afternoon did the sun send its dim light over the land, - a wet cold land.
     In the afternoon we saw a funny sight. Mother happened to look out of the window, and she told me to look out. There is a little apple tree in our backyard close to the grape-arbor. In it was a whole flock of sparrows - a motley collection of little big creatures, that looked like little balls as they sat huddled up on the limbs, longingly looking towards the house waiting for bread. On the telephone