I have no pranks to play, I just wanted to say it. We're having an unlovely, dreary day but at least it's not actively raining like it was yesterday. That's some small consolation. What's it like where you are?
April 1--John Singer Sargent, A Boating Party. Carl and Elroy raced down to the dock after lunch. They had spent the morning planning their expedition and couldn't wait to be off. They had lain at the top of the stairs in the cottage with one eye on the clock. As soon as the minute hand touched the edge of the Roman X of one P.M. they were up, clattering down, and out the door, calling that they'd be back for supper. Before Mom or Aunt Ninny or anyone could call them back with questions they were already on the dock. Carl pulled the little canoe up tight and flung his leg over the side of the big skiff, the one all the kids called "the battle wagon," while Elroy unloaded the supplies they had stashed under the tarp. A few feet away, their big cousin Toby walked down to take Miss Parsons for a boat ride. As Carl and Elroy paddled off to dig for pirate treasure behind Old Man Simons' place on Chigger Island, they agreed they'd never waste a perfectly good afternoon taking a girl for a ride.
Time to get ready for work and keep the world safe from scuba diving.
--Barbara
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