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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.

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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.