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dog tooth violets, and it was very honey-scented from the carpet of tiny veronica.  We found a party going up and all ferried across together. Killip was up there in his ghandi suit, with a very brown skin.  I made tea and we all drank it thirstily. 

Yesterday I went back to the Museum where I found an accumulation of work in my abence, and I was busy till late.  I watched an army parade from Barber's window too. 

Helen is coming down to lunch with me at the Mellon and wants to see the Biennial afterwards. I rather dread a second dose of that. She wanted us to drive down on a day's trip to Williamsburg Sat, - an awful trip.  I told her to lengthen it to a week end later when the foliage was more out and she rather reluctantly agreed perhaps it would be better.  I can't see Dad sight seeing down there anyhow.  All he ever cared about were the fossils on the James and York.  I will suggest Wakefield & Stratford instead and maybe the Normandy cliffs there will satisfy Dad.  It reminds me of what his mother used to say, - she wouldn't get him to go riding in their old surrey when he was a little boy unless she promised to show him a cow.