252 supper time a gale came suddenly out of the wind & detained the visitors: we spent the evening singing & playing wind kites & other catchables every little while, but got used to considerable Gale breaks & then cold winds. These experiences are just like the dogs, always hungry. Thursday, January 28, 1915. NE gale, drifting snow - 25° The storm kept us indoors all day; I went out for a few minutes this afternoon & explored around the house but the wind was unbearable. To pass the time I made a large batch of doughnuts. The house is rather cold & the wind seems to be coming in under the rock wall at our backs. Friday, January 29, 1915. NE clear - 28° Tramp had his foals from the Island. Saturday, January 30, 1915 Today my life at the Joy forever came to an end. I am quite sad when I realize that I shall have no more of these quiet evenings with nothing but my books and the wind for company, I should say, with its peaceful comfort of two lives and not a single thing to disturb.