Marcy S., age 16, Tennessee

(m) Not quite so hot. Breezy. Clear. Woke early. Lay thinking some beautiful thoughts. Life isn’t empty and useless anymore — not after Ann Rutledge and Abraham Lincoln have lived and believed. I’m so gloriously happy. The puzzle is almost put together — but not quite. After music lesson I went up on Helen’s bank and played with Barbey while Helen weeded. Soon George came. We all went barefoot, although Barbey didn’t like the idea at first. We tried to find Fuzzy to give her a bath but couldn’t. I went home and read “The White Cliffs.” Had terrible cramps. Went to bed with hot water bottle before I finished dinner. Slept till almost 3:00. Mom went to town to help with Poppy Sale.