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date: 1914-03-08

names-on-the-page: Patience, Mrs. H., Mr. H., Mrs. C.

transcription: Patience: "Nay, should ye crack it, the crack would surely grin, -- and set an herb agrowing in it."

Mrs. H: :Then you enjoy spending part of your time at Mrs. C's house?"

Patience: "She keepeth sadly the cupboard, but the larder neglecteth she not. To keep the hair pegs well up, doth not improve any hearth or knitting."

Mrs. H: "Patience, won't you give me a personal message tonight?"

Patience: "A Sabbath song for you, my dear. Rest and love and hope and cheer."

Mrs. H: "With all my heart I thank you, Patience. What's the matter with your 'pea-clam'?" (Referring to Mr. H.)

Patience: "He hath sand within."

Mrs. H: "What shall I do to make him sweet and nice again?"

Patience: "Poke his lid. Thou'lt see him back up. Pound thou a gourd. 'Tis fitting music for his mood."

(Mrs. H. and Mr. C. attempted to operate the board, without success. Mrs. C. then placed her hand on the board, with the following result:)

Patience: "Dost then think to let the gander share the owl's nest?"
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March 15, 1914
Mrs. C.
Mrs. H.
- Unlearning Learning-

Patience: "And do I put upon the store of sunrises and sunsets a weight of value? Nay, nor do I see within the robin's nest a ducat or a precious stuff, but promise of new life. Am I then drunkened on the chaff of knowledge supped by mine elder-born? Nay, my forefolk drank not truth, but sent through my veins -- coursing -- chaff, chaff, naught but chaff." ("Nay I then quench the burning thirst of my brother by drinking my own health?")

"I pipe of learning and fall silent before the fool who singeth his folly-lay. Where, then, are those who would commune with me, while he hath childhood's sweet companionship? A whit for gold? Or do I fasten to my nights