Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

for release. However, in the meantime, Sally had planned to visit M.A. and accordingly left on the night of March 18, left in Gorham City. Monday, a special delivery came from Mary Alice saying that Sally had quit her job before the she left and wanted to stay down there with her. We went through all the stages of arrangement, mixed feelings etc, but finally aimed at the point we always do. We agreed that it was a good thing for them. I wrote a long letter to them yesterday, but last night, thinking perhaps they would be in agony waiting for out reaction, we called them up; and it is well we did, for they were anxious. Tho [sic] we miss Sally, we feel more at home, for the two of them will sustain each other.
Spring is here. There ought to be special entrees for each little event—The first songs sparrows singing (on a bitterly cold morning when it was snowing)—the “first robin” (they are now everywhere) which never fails to thrill—the first snow-drop, the tips of crows blades and daffodils. This morning I picked a tiny spring beauty bud for some studies. I dubbed him “Little Donkey-Ears” and have put him in one of the youngsters’ doll cups;
We grew so tired and bored with our “renovating” that we decided to stop, and finish up later. Bertha has been doing