The most perfectly beautiful day of the summer. Not a cloud in the sky from dawn till dark. Blue, blue sky, glorious breeze and that end-of-summer atmosphere, with the sweet summer blossoms in bloom everywhere. Mary Jane and I arose at 6:15 and were ready to go at 6:30. Met Kimmie up by Clure’s. She brought Pan’s racket for M.J. The park courts were mucky and no net but we were not daunted. The most lovely morn. Cool, though, till we started running around. Spent most of the time teaching Kim. and M.J. to serve — they were getting it pretty good in the end. The coordination is hard. We hit some beautiful high balls and had to go chase them. Played till 7:30 and then parted. M.J.and I got home to find Mum up on her horse again — I had forgotten to reset the alarm for her and she’d wanted to get an early start. Ate hearty breakfast. M.J. walked up to Tarwater’s with me. Mr. Harris read over the depositions we took last Saturday and found only a few minor errors. He said only one stenographer in 100 could have done that well and he really hadn’t expected me to get it all. Oh, I’m so glad! He was very complimentary. I read a little book Into the Valley about Guadalcanal. Check for $10. Mr. H. said he was going to make Mr. Clinton pay me $1.00 each for the depositions in his case — which will be about $8 more! At the P.O. Messrs. Rosseter and Dan Johnson picked me up so I got a ride. Gorgeous noon!! Mr. J. thought I’d been playing the piano since I was 3 or 4!! I had to disillusion him. Went up to Mrs. Wiaston’s to get the package I was to take to Mr. H. this morn and forgot. They have the sweetest house. There is an arch of blue morning glories and sweet summer blossom over the little front porch. Oh! I wanted to stay out and bask in the glorious sun and air and sky!! Mary Jane had helped Mum with dinner. Pop brought a card from Rochester. Classes begin September 18th but new students have to be there the 12th. Yummy dinner! Around 1 I left for town. I just can’t seem to stop raving about the beauty of the day! Went to Jane’s Beauty Shoppe and Anna Mae Kisson took me right away. Got the $5 permanent — cheapest. She didn’t cut my hair at all — I hate short ones. She had to turn the electricity on 3 times before getting any results! I got ever so tired sitting under the drier. But it was all over by 4:30. She fixed a pompadore (?) on top and it looked very cute! Went over to the office and gave the package to Mr. H. for Mrs. H. He greeted me as if he hadn’t seen me for a month! Home about 4:45. Mary Jane was asleep and Mum was putting up the picnic. I pitched in and made sandwiches. At 5 woke M.J. — I tickled her chin with a flower! — and we were ready to leave by 5:30. M.J. and I decided not to go in swimming. Pop came and we loaded the car, stopped by for Mother Lane, and were off. Drove out past Bowman’s and the bridge and up a hill for a little way, just for the fun of it. It was too sunny by the bridge so we took the left road and drove till we found two or three nice spots and decided on one near the lake under trees. Had a yummy picnic supper. Oliphant seemed so close. The sun made a bright and shining path across the water. Once a motor boat, going full speed ahead, passed our point and made the nicest waves. M.J. and I explored the beach — muddy and rocky — after supper and then, at Mum’s instigation, we all gathered sticks for kindling and loaded them in the car. Decided to follow road on around to Kingston bridge. As we were leaving the pale blue water and the green hill and trees on the opposite shore looked like early morn — sort of a suggestion of misitness and softness. It was lovely and changed the day. The drive to the K. bridge was beautiful. Up and down steep hills with views of the river through the trees. It seemed as if we were in Canada, driving near Wiarton. It was a wonderful feeling. It was dark by the time we reached Harriman. Stopped at a little stand and got some peaches. Mother Lane was so cute — she had a grand time. Back about 8:15. Gorgeous night. M.J. and I went to bed early. Mary ‘phoned Mum this p.m. with the news that the Yanks were in Paris — and we all gave 3 cheers. But it was a false alarm. There was a light in Ashley’s room but I think some new people have moved in and one of them is in his room. Not that it matters, I tell myself.