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[[preprinted]] September Friday, 19 1902. [[/preprinted]]

wind blew real smart-like this A. M. got some boxes & made a panel or two in case I find something I ought to do. Made a little fellow of the pt.
After lunch pitched quoits a while had a bath & painted on the cloisters a bit
Grub & then a walk & "bonne nuit"
 
Letter from mother from the pool. She had riceived a note from Miss Mead. ---
Dreamed for three nights that
I was at the Goodale's
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[[preprinted]] September Saturday, 20 1902. [[/preprinted]]

Painted on point this A.M. and washed my rain coat collar. Yes? After lunch awhile on the church. Then we went down & had an elegant swim off the little dock it was fine, smooth, a good high tide & just cool enough and good diveing
Came up to the house put away a couple of pears & went out & started a sort of twilight "tomber de nuit" or something of that sort, its just right during the dinner hour but the "Sister" was alright and brought me out my grub on a tray
Took a walk over to the pt surrounded by my pipe & saw the moon rise. It has been a beautiful day, misty & silvery all day.
Big bunch of brushes.