Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

But we were all so tired and got up so late we decided to wait until the 6:25 train.
Morning out to Pat and Martin’s home. A hard moment for her, but she soon recovered her outward poise, and showed herself for the thoroughbred she is. Everything here made one’s heart ache. How cozy and comfortable they has made the Old Coy place, and with what good taste; outside, the various trees and shrubs planted, a rose garden started, and a spring flower-bed; a huge peach and apple orchard just coming into bearing, the old lane leading down to the wooded ravines – all this at an end for Pat. It seemed too hard to endure.
We ate lunch here, then went to Mary’s to pack, and then drove to Youngstown.
As before, we passed the time eating and working crossword puzzles. There were many soldiers on this train, and they were in a hilarious mood, singing and laughing. We had just agreed that they were an immeasurably fine bunch of young men, when one of them, obviously a little tipsy, came and accosted us, wanted to know what we really thought of them, whether we thought they were too rowdy. (He himself was obviously of good breeding) – we assured him as best we could of our good opinion of them – and I added that just because he had been drinking a little (for which he had apologized) did not change our estimate of them. He went on, satisfied.
They seemed such boys to me.
We were glad to get home, and we sat talking to the youngster till all hours.