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When time to play came, Roger complained so bitterly of a new boil on his posterior, that Willie couldn't leave him & I had to go alone, which I think she rather resented although I couldn't see any way out of it.  They picked up Mrs. McLaughlin for a fourth much to my regret, as I hoped it would fall through, & I had to ensure a three rubber session with frightful cards and a couple of bum & disastrous bids.  After the session, on the way back to the cabin, had the only really worthwhile experience of the day, a view of the fog blanket lying over the lake.  It had a very definite top which seemed about even with us and the mountains rolled down into it like hills rising from the sea.  The moon, near full, was out, and we might have been looking out on an inlet of the ocean.  Out there, what were bids and doubles and sets and points.  Such beauty makes the petty worries of life seem so silly.

Shanty Shane
Aug. 16, 1938.
The last day at Shanty Shane and a good one.  Bowers and I had a date for doubles with Mrs. Asche & Mrs. Bamford this morning and as luck would have it, the draw threw us against them again.  We had two good sets & trimmed them 6-4; 6-4.  The heat & mugginess were bad so we quit for some beer after two, and went swimming.  The children went to Miss Oliver's kindergarten to make cup cakes so they missed the swimming much to their disgust later. While I played tennis, Willie ups & drives to the dock and rows across the lake alone which I fear did her back no good although she has been much improved.  Her mouth has broken out