that have been making all the tracks in the woods.
                                                            Thursday February Fifteenth – 1912.
     The first blow has been struck at the reign of Winter!  How “February-ish” have the last two days been!  Bright clear sunshiny days, with only enough chill in the morning and evening to make life worth living.  The snow and ice have been melting and gutters everywhere are full of rapidly flowing water, and depressions in sidewalk and road have become lakes, - “streams” and lakes glittering almost joyously in the sunlight.  A soft delicate haze has pervaded everywhere and there is an indefinite feeling of unrest in the air that makes me wild to be up and off, roaming the fields and woods.
     Last night we went to see Esmeralda.  It was so good that I would like to see it all over again.  Everyone was so good for their part.  Everyone – that is in the audience – was saying it was the best home talent show that was ever put on the Salem stage – and it was the best I ever saw.  Mother and Frances afterward said they cried because