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out, for I was so very happy, and still underneath my happiness was a sadness pulling at my heart. But if I didn't have your wonderful love, Forie dearest, I couldn't have my happiness. I just sat there with my hand over your pin and brought your nearer, for I know it had been so close to your heart.

[[underlined]]To Willie, April 26, 1925:[[/underlined]] This has been the most glorious day he have yet had here. It really has been beautiful all day. Four of us boys had dinner together this noon and then unanimously voted to desert Schenectady for the country. So we took field glasses, camera and Ford and started for Indian Ladder which is a high cliff running the lower and southern side of the Mohawk Valley. It is a beautiful spot high up above the surrounding country, so high in fact that one can see thirty or forty miles. We stayed up there a long time peering over the edges into the woods far below, where we could sometimes see people walking, looking like miniatures of men. And we also spent our time gazing off into the distance where Schenectady and Albany lay like toy cities in the valley and the blue Hudson wound among the green fields. Away beyond Albany in a bluish haze, we could just see the Berkshires and hills of Massachusetts. Returning finally to Schenectady, we went via Albany. I did go to Albany last night too, but drove over with the boys and so could not go to the station. it began to rain on the way over, but the lovely fresh air, damp with the fog and rain, felt just wonderful blowing in our faces.

[[underlined]]To Willie, April 28, 1925:[[/underlined]] This noon I walked down to the river and sat on a mooring post along the wharf for quite a while. There were some old barges tied up near where I sat, and the water looked awfully dirty and oily. However, it was a river and it was flowing to the sea, which compensated for all of its faults. The water was very still until some passing boat imparted a roll to it. When the little wavelets finally washed the muddy banks, I closed my eyes and thought of hours spent elsewhere, for even the dirtiness of the water cannot spoil that delicious sound of the waves spilling over themselves onto the shore.

[[underlined]]To Willies, April 30, 1925:[[/underlined]] Our fishing trip of next week seems to be slightly knocked on the head. Del's roommate is on Turbine Test just at present, and his machine burned out three bearings today when the auxiliary oil pump failed to function. It is one of the Philadelphia Electric Company's 50,000 kw giants (costing about $1,000,000 I'm told) and is behind schedule now. As a result, they will be working nights, days and Sundays on it as soon as the bearings are rebabbitted, in an effort to get it out as soon as humanly possible. They say it is costing the Company $100 an hour just to have it stand in the shop now, due to interest on the money invested in it, floor space it occupies etc. We may go without George if he promises to be on the over-