March 3, 1911 - March 26, 1911
Commercial notebook with lined paper
6 3/4 x 8 3/8 inches
Summer Time” when Fay and Mr. Delzell came in. Mr. Delzell didn’t say anything all the time we were singing but I imagine he had a “splendid time.” At any rate, when I left he assured Edna that he had a divine time! We left soon after - if we hadn’t I would have perished on the spot, for the perfume became worse. Out on the porch we cut up a lot, but I guess we didn’t rouse the neighborhood.[i]
Monday March 20, 1911
This has been a day after my own heart. Never was a day more perfect.
“What is so rare as a day in June?”
A day in March. This morning I went out to get some fresh air - fresh air, delicious air; never was the air so pure and clear as it was all day to-day. The clouds in the sky were arranged in a very odd manner. They were formed in long bars of grey that extended over the heavens all of them converging at one point in the southwest; those overhead were broad and vague, while at the east they were long narrow bars thruwhy the sun beamed. And most wonderful of all was the wind - a pure bracing mighty wind that came straight from the west, and soon chased the clouds away revealing the deep blue, intensely blue sky. All day the roaring wind
[i] March 19, 1911