Sunday, April 6. 24. Dear Dairy Here we are starting off once more, and surely we can keep up a little better this time. Anyway we will try awfully hard won't we? To day I had a sleep inor rather from 7-11 am not so very long to sleep. Miss Childs had a tea to celebrate at Gibson's birthday, which I had to miss But Buckie & I went to Cronyn - and then up to the house after, and had some awfully good eats. Mary Nelson, Marion Hart, & K were there. Buckie just wore her uniform & was awfully cute.
Mr Warner wasn't at church. He is so desperately worried about Sid Murrell. It is using him up absolutely. And this is the week he is hung. So I am afraid for Mr Warner. next Sunday I do wish I could help him some little bit any way. But I seem so fearfully useless, somehow. I should have written Mother a letter to day. Must write to morrow. Beth goes home to morrow. Supposed to stay for a month but I don't see how she can. She has my notes, but they aren't much good.
Monday. April 7-24
Dear Dairy I am so provoked. I had my PM to day, and I didn't want it, nor can I see why I should have had to take it. But there is no hope or chance of reasoning around here. Things are done- and then repented. But that doesn't always help. Anyway I had a visitor on the ward this am. Tim H. came up. He is looking awfully well, and I do hope he doesn't fool too much with this year. But surely he won't now.