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Maranacook, Me.,
Sunday, July 9, 1939.

This morning I was on my way out to do some writing in the journal when Miss Foster stopped me and suggested we go for a row -- she would row and would be quiet and I could sit in the boat and "work" -- she thinks whenever I  have the journal out I'm working on locomotive designs I guess. So I agreed but, of course, I rowed and I didn't get any work done. But we had a nice cruise over to the island back of Tallwood where we stopped for some time in a shady spot and talked. She told me all about the King and Queen visiting Hamilton, etc, etc. and I really enjoyed the morning considerably. In addition I got a sunburn on my arms that promises to be a lulu for it was hot. Miss Foster is okay but I think she's slightly a snob and I  would like to know the whole story behind her being away from her husband so much. The reason she uses her maiden name here is the fact she and the Pattersons agreed that Foster was easier to [[underlined]]pronounce [[/underlined]] and [[underlined]] remember [[/underlined]] than Worsfold and then of course a "Miss" is much more practical than a "Mrs." for a hostess. There's something odd about it all. Clifford and I are the only guests who know the 'Mrs." story so Miss F. tells me.

Had a fine swim in the afternoon with the Mannings and Miss Foster and then we all went into the Cabin where on Sunday, Maine laws notwithstanding, they serve beer and ale in the back storeroom - the first time I've been in a "speakeasy" since 1932. But it made the beer even more enjoyable for it was hot and the added touch of naughtiness was just perfect. Clifford was with us for the beer but he can't swim on account of his ankle which is swollen and purple today although improving. Before dinner "Cliff" invited me into his room and behind closed doors we had three martinis that he mixed, just cleaning out his stock.