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St Croix #18.

an dey doan belong to de charch."
Sunday November 22, 1936
A quiet morning. Miss F. has a cold now and I think it best to keep away. She is always talking about [[strikethrough]] the [[/strikethrough]] getting a nurse to help her, but she doesn't do so, and Dick doesnt think it right for me to continue doing things which a nurse should do. I'm getting tired of being a nurse, as the more you do the more you can be expected to do. Even Rebecca is getting so that she leave lots of things undone - not that she minds doing them when I remind her. 
Dick was out with Mr. Beatty and I just took it easy.
After tea Dr Hughes invited me to go riding, and when we got out to an estate called Little Grange [[strikethrough]] he [[/strikethrough]] it developed that Dick & I had been invited out there for tea. The owners of the estate are Lawaetz (Danes) who came to the island (he in 1891 and she in 1902). The have 5 children about Dick's & my age. The only one home was Anna. She does all kinds of hand work and novelty things and her mother paints some
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very clever little pictures of native life - in water color. Mrs Lawaetz was art instructor in one of the big Danish preparatory schools. She paints china (the whole tea service was her work) and does some oil, however, she says she prefers the water colors as a medium of expression. 
When I got home Dick told me that Mr Beatty is also quite an artist. Dick seemed to specially like a picture called "Decay".
We did more work on stamps in the evening. 
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Had a little side pain and at the same time felt like doing some thing - not this. Dick got me started on this so here I am. Mrs Hughes called to see Miss Claire - who is sitting up this morning. 
December 18, 1936
As I rather expected, this journal writing every day almost got the better of me. We are now in Puerto Rico and I shall finish this account of St Croix in general narrative form instead of diarying (A.P. Herbert note) it.