K. Amman 1964 Jaluit Atoll, Marshall Islands We stood around marking time for a while. The usual crowd of kids had gathered. Some were clowning, some were shy. A pair of tiny, cute girls with very big eyes now and then peered out from back of older sisters' shirts. After a bit the women's club arrived in a procession, decked out in dresses of large red & white squares, all of the same pattern. They sang for us and presented each of us with several beads, for [illegible] necks. Father Donabue then interpreted the leader's speech and presentation of gifts and Bini's reply. We made ready to leave and everyone shook our hands again, reception-line-fashion. After a bit of a skirmish getting George and Dave into the raft after we had started off we finally made it, curtly. The prolonged driving finally, fading away. Though the account sounds somewhat ridiculous I don't at all mean it to be. It was quite a warm, genuine display and I was greatly impressed by it. The gifts were marvelous placemats. Underway about 10:30. Going out of the pass a rain squall passed behind Emory and Kattenbush, making them stand out magnificently in that kind of electrified light.