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The latter was built in 1733 by George's father. The brick were brought over from England. Out in the lawn was the man with the camera. As his pictures were a dollar apiece, we did not choose to throw any shadows on Mt. Vernon by having our pictures taken with it. Under an old tree was the summer house. Below it ran the river, and a path led through the thickets to it. Myra and Mark started on an exploring trip whilst I sat in the summer house and sketched the old farm. As a matter of course, we had made just enough progress in our undertakings to make them extremely interesting when the bell rang and we hurried off to the boat. Had a breezy ride back and a great deal of fun. I did some sketching.
Myra has just been down town wore her new dress, and looked very sweet. She bought herself a new hat.
June 29 '91. Thought I would finish my Washington journal. The ink is up in Edgar's new room, and the pen is packed away, so I use pencil. Well first and foremost in my mind is the fact that - we are going home tomorrow. At 10:30 we start. Mark is about rid of [[?]] as also is Edgar. We have been awfully busy today. Packed this morning and fixed up Edgar's room, and tore our rooms topsy-turvey. After noon we went over to the Exhibition, Received many compliments. And really I feel quite encouraged about any pictures, considering the fact that