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in bed very ill with grip fever. Poor little girl, she asks me so pathetically if I think she should go to the hospital. I have to tell her I can't say She says ""Oh Mr Britton, do you think they'd take good care of me there?" I say why Ruth, I think you'll be all right, if you keep warm and try not to worry and be patient. "Oh I know it, Mr Britton but I'm burning up with fever, and the doctor says he can't come anymore and for me to go to the hospital." Poor dear I stay and talk with her awhile scarcely believing it can be Ruth who is laid up; bright cheerful lovely Ruth. But her voice is so pathetic, it goes through me. She has a girl relative with her and outside I meet Roy coming in. R says he can't get a doctor, but will keep trying-asks me what I think of hospital-I say if possible I'd keep Ruth at home. Roy thinks he will. Sunday Friday 20 Sep Poor Ruth while she lies ill with the grip which she feared so much her cousin Sherman [[Walen?]] dies of it Hodgson the letter carrier next house [[last]] gets out of house after an attack of it when his wife dies of it, and now Ruths dearest sister Martha has it and is very bad with it. The weather continues rather chilly and dark and rainy which makes it bad for all of them, poor creatures. Monday 23 poor Ruth was taken to the hospital at 2 o'clock at night against her will and the poor dear has pneumonia. Tuesday 24 Sep in to Boston to see Rob Vose to get [[?]] money to take Carol and the children away as the camp is now cold and wet. Poor Ruth her sister Martha dies poor Ruth. Wednesday 25 Sep Stop at Mrs McCarlys and she says the iceman told Roy that Ruth was dead and Roy [[end page]] [[start page]] [[119?]] rushed over to hospital. Paint portrait of Val. pm. Rain at night. Thursday Rain all day Im dismal dismal dismal. Toward eve intend I must go out even if it does rain torrents - Have no umbrella no overcoat nothing but my short coat and I must go way down to store for bread. Tell Carol I will go she thinks I'd better not, but I decide to throw the bed spread over my shoulder and go to Wonsons over the hill for an umbrella. Get to Wonsons in teems of rain over soaked fields and find they have no umbrella. Must go on however. So I splash on to stop at [[?]]. He has no umbrella and is getting ready to go back to N.Y. so I splash on [[striketrhough]] sao [[/strikethrough]] soaked to Andersons. He has an umbrella and while I stop soaking wet under his porch he tells me that Ruth is dead. Oh poor Ruth. And Anderson says the way to keep the disease off is to keep dry, and I standing drenched before him. I go on down to the store through the streets rushing rivers of water. Down to Littles to give them the dress Carol has made - Ask Mr. Little if he has a fire and fortunately he has one down stairs and I get my coat off and heat up my wet clothes a little before going back in rain with bread and things for the family. Oh dismal, dismal. Mr Little looks scared to see me come in soaked, but settles for the dress. I go off to Stevensons and in there they say that Davey's wife has gone to N.Y. & he will go tomorrow or Saturday. Up again in the rain with a fierce wind blowing at me and my clothes wet. Stop at Wonsons for the milk and reach home half dead, but glad to
