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  Three figures in the fading light stand in the path before the white arms of Gianna.  On then on up the hill to Gs.  Find strangers there and B still off by the lake  to return this fortnight  On again to the relations where Hilda came from Boston trysts with her mother.  All are full of the beautiful joy of the autumn day.  Blessed day  Back in the dark on the car  The wind is cool  Past down to the south and find Finyk burning his studio lamps late -  He brings some fine new things  a very fine summer [strikethrough]] lan [[/strikethrough]] one a woman in a garden in the fields  a war garden  "The Summer after the War"  a great effort.  Talk with Finyk untill 2 in the morning  then off uptown & train to New Haven at 3:40  Sleep in New Haven at 5.30  Find Ern.
     Arrange with him to go over to [[Madison?]] in eve Find mother getting along fairly.  Hope to take her to Hartford soon.  Ern stays over but I leave on morning train.  Arrive New York 10 30 PM

Sunday AM Sept 7  at breakfast meet Wolcott of the old 69th. with his paint box on way to Jersey to do landscape.  Says he's under instruction of a painter named [[Castuhle?]]  I ask him if he is the Academy prize winner  He doesn't know.  Allright  Over to Nans [[strikethrough]] to sb [[/strikethrough]] to shows but take sub to Stamford then to New Haven.  Find Ern retired at Huntington

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He gets up to hear about the Vose [[strikethrough]] [[bills?]] [[/strikethrough]] bills and [[hops?]] about the Blakelocks  E says he's waiting to go to the paper with a little capital

   Monday 8 Sep  Go downtown with Ern who is on his way to H.  E puts down 100 for present need  will be in NY tomorrow.

    Hartford PM  3 P.M.  Sep 8  I am now sitting in the old meadow [[strikethrough]] in the [[/strikethrough]] where I painted day after day years ago when [[all?]] the dear family were living over in [[Governor?]] & where I returned every night after sundown  All the [[strikethrough]] beutif [[/strikethrough]] beautiful family were there then.  Mother was well and strong looking and handsome.  Mother who looked after we all so carefully.  who had always a little supper waiting for me when I returned in the twilights of cool autumn days with the paint box and with a best sketch in it that I used to [[strikethrough]] take [[/strikethrough]] tack up to dry [[strikethrough]] in the [[/strikethrough]] on the back hall in the outer cellar.  Mother was there, always with [[written?]]  Gertie was there, young, beautiful, helping all in the house, alive with her bright movements and her charms.  Ern was there invariably playing the piano hour after hour the [[strikethrough]] Ger [[/strikethrough]] old German classics the fine old rocks of music.  Leo was there growing up full of pranks but strangely sad-looking.  Annie was there the beautiful aunt who served us all with equal sacrifice, smiling, healthy, quaint magnificent.  And father always expected home from his journeys was always watched for and waited for. There with the beautiful landscape all around me I dreamed