to go anyway) The Howson's were just sailing up to
the Pointe with
Mr. Howson, so declined. We went home and ate rather
a hurried bread - and milk supper, and then took
Howson's big boat and Chat,
Helen, Hamilton
and I all rowed down to the Sing
Camp - It was still and beautiful and a most lovely row - Mr. S.
rushed down to pull us into the rocks and in his agitation dropped
his newly lighted cigar into the water. (He said he was "rattled" -
much to the girls' delight!) All the Mackintosh crowd
were there, even Miss Phair with her game knee -
They had a big fireplace of stones built, and a rustic seat, and
steamer rug and blankets spread on the rocks - Mr. S.got out his big surveyed chart of
the islands and showed me, and the sky grew yellow and pick and
gorgeous- and just the right minute - and out of just the right
shadow - came past the indians, paddling a canoe I had a nice talk
with Mr. S's twin sister,
Mrs. Moore, and Miss Isabel M.
to go anyway) The Howson's were just sailing up to
the Pointe with
Mr. Howson, so declined. We went home and ate rather
a hurried bread - and milk supper, and then took
Howson's big boat and Chat,
Helen, Hamilton
and I all rowed down to the Sing
Camp - It was still and beautiful and a most lovely row - Mr. S.
rushed down to pull us into the rocks and in his agitation dropped
his newly lighted cigar into the water. (He said he was "rattled" -
much to the girls' delight!) All the Mackintosh crowd
were there, even Miss Phair with her game knee -
They had a big fireplace of stones built, and a rustic seat, and
steamer rug and blankets spread on the rocks - Mr. S.got out his big surveyed chart of
the islands and showed me, and the sky grew yellow and pick and
gorgeous- and just the right minute - and out of just the right
shadow - came past the indians, paddling a canoe I had a nice talk
with Mr. S's twin sister,
Mrs. Moore, and Miss Isabel M.
to go anyway) The Howson's were just sailing up to
the Pointe with
Mr. Howson, so declined. We went home and ate rather
a hurried bread - and milk supper, and then took
Howson's big boat and Chat,
Helen, Hamilton
and I all rowed down to the Sing
Camp - It was still and beautiful and a most lovely row - Mr. S.
rushed down to pull us into the rocks and in his agitation dropped
his newly lighted cigar into the water. (He said he was "rattled" -
much to the girls' delight!) All the Mackintosh crowd
were there, even Miss Phair with her game knee -
They had a big fireplace of stones built, and a rustic seat, and
steamer rug and blankets spread on the rocks - Mr. S.got out his big surveyed chart of
the islands and showed me, and the sky grew yellow and pick and
gorgeous- and just the right minute - and out of just the right
shadow - came past the indians, paddling a canoe I had a nice talk
with Mr. S's twin sister,
Mrs. Moore, and Miss Isabel M.
