178 Saturday October 31, 1914 The so wind continues to sprinkle our shed with snow. Tommy has slept a little today but made up for his delinquency by treating me to 'brushboards' & singing. Indeed one would pry me away from brushboards on a winter morning. Accommodations are - rather Trelor's son - appearing just as I was getting up. He had gotten two days since his trunks and stopped in for a short call. Laddlers try his eyes de-wounded our breakfast before we gave his waiting mouth its chance to do the same. He is a nice boy in that he is a real boy. I miss children rather like the music boys they do grate a little sometimes but they get with their smiles and round puppy-like eyes somehow fit into our hearts and chew it. The millinium seems to have arrived so far as engine is concerned - this rains, the water rains, while I never rains very little - and success not at all. I tried to imagine I was in a train this morning while the chug-chugging was clattering its many spluttering repetitions against the soft sounding boards of our cottage walls, and I found the change almost too very. I did use to hate them, the trains! Also human, childishly human we all are. I walked, cooked dinner and studied as for now time. The ease with which I could really get at studying here is more than encouraging, for it is prodigious.