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To day spring weather seems really to have begun, and after lunch Mother and I sat under the apple tree by the fountain. A purple finch was singing in the apple tree overhead, and the white petals of the blossoms were silently falling. TO DAY SPRING WEATHER SEEMS REALLY TO HAVE BEGUN AND AFTER LUNCH MOTHER AND I SAT UNDER THE APPLE TREE BY THE FOUNTAIN A PURPLE FINCH WAS SINGING IN THE APPLE TREE OVERHEAD AND THE WHITE PETALS OF THE BLOSSOMS WERE SILENTLY FALLING
y efforts with a tolerance that gradually changed to impatience. Finally she arose to get her own cloak, and then I found that she had been sitting gracefully but firmly on the hat herself--it was a crush hat and it had been flattened until it looked like a wrinkled pie. Mother did not see what she had done so I speechlessly thrust the hat toward her; but she still did not understand and took it as an inexplicable jest of mine merely saying, "Yes, dear," and with patient dignity, turned and went out of the door with General Grant. The next morning we went on the _Sylph_ up the James River, and on the return trip visited three of the dearest places you can imagine, Shirley, Westover, and Brandon. I do not know whether I loved most the places themselves or the quaint out-of-the-world Virginia gentlewomen in them. The houses, the grounds, the owners, all were too dear for anything and we loved them. That night we went back to the _Mayflower_ and returned here yesterday, Sunday, afternoon. OTHER SAT VERY ERECT AND PRETTY LOOKING AT MY EFFORTS WITH A TOLERANCE THAT GRADUALLY CHANGED TO IMPATIENCE FINALLY SHE AROSE TO GET HER OWN CLOAK AND THEN I FOUND THAT SHE HAD BEEN SITTING GRACEFULLY BUT FIRMLY ON THE HAT HERSELF IT WAS A CRUSH HAT AND IT HAD BEEN FLATTENED THAT IT LOOKED LIKE A WRINKLED PIE MOTHER DID NOT SEE WHAT SHE HAD DONE SO I SPEECHLESSLY THRUST THE HAT TOWARD HER BUT SHE STILL DID NOT UNDERSTAND AND TOOK IT AS AN INEXPLICABLE JEST OF MINE MERELY SAYING YES DEAR AND WITH PATIENT DIGNITY TURNED AND WENT OUT OF THE DOOR WITH GENERAL GRANT THE NEXT MORNING WE WENT ON THE SOUTH UP JAMES RIVER AND ON THE RETURN TRIP VISITED THREE OF THE DEAREST PLACES YOU CAN IMAGINE SHIRLEY WESTOVER AND BRANDON I DO NOT KNOW WHETHER I LOVE MOSTS THEMSELVES OR THE QUAINT OUT OF THE WORLD VIRGINIA GENTLEWOMEN IN THEM THE HOUSES THE GROUNDS THE OWNERS ALL WERE TOO DEAR FOR ANYTHING AND WE LOVED THEM THAT NIGHT WE WENT BACK TO THE MAYFLOWER AND WE TURNED HERE YESTERDAY SUNDAY AFTERNOON
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