town--not that murderous, humid heat
that you think I'm up against; and you must stop reproaching
yourself for enjoying the delicious breezes in the Adirondacks.
Women don't know what a jolly time men have in town. Follows the
chronical of this August day:

"I had your letter; that is breeze enough for me; it was all full of
blue sky and big white clouds and the scent of Adirondack pines.
Isn't it jolly for you and Kathleen to be at the Varicks' camp! And
what a jolly crowd you've run into.

"I note what you say about your return to the Berkshires, and that
you expect to be at Berkshire Pass Inn with the motor on Monday.
Give my love to Naida; I know you three and young Montross will have
a bully tour through the hill country.

"I also note your red-pencil cross at the top of the page--which
always gives me, as soon as I open a letter of yours, the assurance
that all is still well with you and that victory still remains with
you. Thank God! Stand steady, little girl, for the shadows are
flying and the dawn is ours.

"After your letter, breakfast with father--a rather silent one. Then
he went down-town in his car and I walked to the studio. It's one of
those stable-like studios which decorate the cross-streets in the
50's, but big enough to work in.

"A rather bothersome bit of news: the Trust Company reconsiders its
commission; and I have three lunettes and three big mural panels
practically completed. For a while I'll admit I had the blues, but,
after all, some day the Trust Company is likely to take up the thing
again and give me the commission. Anyway, I've had a corking time
doing the things, and lots of valuable practice in handling a big
job and covering large surfaces; and the problem has been most
exciting and interesting because, you see, I've had to solve it,
taking into consideration the architecture and certain fixed keys
and standards, such as the local colour and texture of the marble
and the limitations of the light area. Don't turn up your pretty
nose; it's all very interesting.

"I didn't bother about luncheon; and about five I went to the club,
rather tired in my spinal column and arm-weary.

"Nobody was there whom you know except Delancy Grandcourt and
Dysart. The latter certainly looks very haggard. I do not like him
personally, as you know, b