The same fog that bade us "good night" a few hours ago bid me a cheerless "good morning" as I rolled out of bed and stopped the nervous jingling of my faithful alarm clock.
We were busy at the mill but everything went just fine. We worked long again--till after 5:30.
After supper we all went to Choir practice, that is, we four boys. We did fine & played a little ping-pong.
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