Bright, cold. Mother better. Stayed in and typed. Not caught up yet. Mary stayed, too. Then we stood outside and talked and froze till nearly 5:00. I felt terrible — life is such a mix-up. Oh, I wish I had never been born. I don’t know whether I’m going or coming and Mary doesn’t understand. Dad and I got supper. Mary let me read the rest of her account of that night and she did guess the meaning of the Scripture verses.