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shelves. Either their circulation is large, or else they just do not have the books. 
In the evening Mr & Mrs Hatch called. They had lived near the Jacksons in Grenada & are very nice people. They invited us to church and to the Rectory. I shall certainly do both.

[[underlined]] Sunday, February 2, 1936 [[/underlined]]
I spent the day in bed as I didn't feel very well. A good deal of the time was spent reading the book I got from the library - "Beneath Tropic Seas" by William Beebe (G.P. Putnam's Sons 1928) This being his account of his expedition to Haiti to study & record the Haitian fish. It is quite readable altho' it has some very feeble similies. (Ref. Dick's Journal)

[[underlined]] Monday, February 3, 1936 [[/underlined]]
It is quite interesting to sit here at this table & look out of the window, across the little parking, to where the waves beat on the shore. The waves are rarely two feet high, and they have a most delightful roll & swish. Right in my line of vision is a tall palm tree and beyond that, just skirting the bend of the bay, is the hazy 

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outline of some of the Grenadines. The sea is as deep a blue as the ink I am writing with. Once in a while a pretty little sailing vessel comes in to the bay. 
The street cleaner is busily picking up papers from the parking. This special street cleaner is a woman, dressed in a blue dress, covered with a white apron, with a man's old felt hat on her head. Except for the head gear she might be any person's house maid. She uses her shovel & broom more efficiently than any man, and as a result of her work, the parking is a tidy little place to look upon. 
Once in a while a mother hen or turkey walks across the grass, with two or 3 or her brood following her. No one seems to disturb these animals. 
I believe I have seen more rags, beggars, drunks, and general poverty on this island than elsewhere. Saturday afternoon I got an eyeful of just such stuff. It may be that a great many people of this sort pass the hotel.
Least I forget, I want to write down the good - or otherwise - stories I've been reading in our magazines