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* Tuesday, February 8, 1937 Mild, cloudy. Arthur after not knowing whether to do anything with it - did it - a beauty - very subtle - yellow, green & grey, small yellow sun - & grey island sort of form. I, trying to stretch my spaces, did a black, burnt siena, prussian blue, small green plant thing. Not satisfying, however, but perhaps one will come of it. Both to town in A.M. Arthur to Bank & I sent magazines to Mother - wrote to her. [[end page]] [[start page]] Wednesday, February 10, 1937 I not so well - napped in P.M. a while. Mr. DeLancy here, A. entertained him in cold kitchen - pig that I was. Mrs. Watson here, she got all the way in.