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This is Sunday morning, and a lull in the bombardment of heavy blasting from the hill behind the house, which has so shattered Mag's nerves that she could hardly eat or drink even in her stable.

Have just been over the brook on the scene of devastation with Ray & the kid & got pussy willows, while waiting for a visit from Elsie Cohen, who does not seem to be coming after all.

We have had 3 most beautiful Spring days.     The birds