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with Willie and she reported him to be very good. I finally got "Moms" Taft to dance with me as well as Mrs. Pertsch, a tiny, attractive person I've grown to like a lot.  Out under a near full moon, dancing on polished marble near the lake and the gardens, and the mountains and the sky all around and good companions - well it was very good. We hated to see it come to an end, just as we hate to see this vacation come to an end. Who can know what another year may bring. This world we live in now, all but shattered, by next year may be completely gone. It may well be there will not be another summer as carefree as this for us for a generation or longer. This for us may be a time similar to those last carefree years in the South before the civil war - a world that would never be again - gone with the wind- and only the strong will survive.

Basin Harbor, Vt.
Saturday, Aug. 17, 1940.
This was one of those days when there seems to be a faint cloud over everything one does because in the back of the mind one always knows this good time is nearly over. The Pertschs pushed off after breakfast and I can truthfully say, "These are good friends we have grown to like very, very well, and hate to see go." They urged us to look them up in New York. Pertsch said to the Commodore and me, "I've had a lot of fun with you two fellas" and we knew it was mutual. I devoted most of the day to the children, trying to make up for neglecting them somewhat - rowing, tennis, putting, (Rog made 2 holes-in-one on the little putting course), swimming.

The Commodore had packed his radio but he