Perhaps after all Romanse has at last come to my beloved sister,
who will now get married. If so, I can come out in November,
which is the best time, as December is busy with Xmas and so on.
How shall I tell the tradgic story of that night? How can
I put, by means of a pen, my Experiences on paper? There are
some things which may not be written, but only felt, and that
mostly afterwards, as during the time one is to excited to feel.
On April 21st, Saturday, I had a bad cold and was not
allowed to go to camp. I therfore slept most of the day, being
one to sleep easily in daytime, except for Hannah coming in to
feel if I was feverish.
My father did not come home to dinner, and later on
telephoned that he was not to be looked for until he arived,
owing to somthing very important at the Mill and a night shift
going on for the first time.
We ate Dinner without him, and mother was very nervous and
kept saying that with foremen and so on she did not see why
father should have to kill himself.
Ye gods! Had we but realised the Signifacance of that
remark! But we did not, but went to living in a Fool's Paradice,
and complaining because William had put to much vinigar in the
French Dressing.
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