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May's gift of the fruit I appreciate. 

Today has been foggy --- 

Third day out. 
Was nearly thrown out of my bunk by a B.B. last night. At last I turned the light, and tables on him, and he is dust.
 
This day is sunny, the breakfast was only worth mentioning on account of the Captain's direction for slitting fish open. Even the Doctor left the table, much upset.  He is seasick. 

This afternoon we played golf and read 

Sunday  A hurricane, and dead ahead. High seas. I have often wished Father might be here.
 
Monday Still blowing ladies have not yet appeared. We play shuffle board each day. 

Tuesday Still head wind and plenty of it. Have caught a cold in my face or am having trouble with my wisdom tooth. For my cheek is greatly swollen.