Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

dreamier sunlight.

The morning I spent in finishing the reading of “The Amateur Gentleman”. The closing chapters, are I think, a little bit too melodramatic, and the writer loses much of his descriptive charm. His characters, at first charming by reason of their oddities of speech, seemed to have lost their peculiar talk, and taken up our present-day speech, which being present day, is rather uninter­esting.

Another book is at hand - Gene Stratton Porter’s last novel “Laddie.” For her works of course I have a positive failing, since they are inspired by a profound love for and intricate knowledge of nature. Joe bought the book for Joe House-holder the other day (it being his birthday) and Mother expressed a desire to read it. So we “threw together” I and bought it, placing it to-day on her dinner-plate.  Needless to say, she was more than pleased.

     After dinner I was mentally darting