as much like Fairyland as any poet ever dreamed, but it didn't last long as it thawed enough for the snow to drop from the branches. Dad. drove down town in the cutter this morning and shovelled Aunty's snow for them, he said the sleighing would have been good if there had not been some wheels out which spoiled it. He and Frank got the bob-sleighs out this after noon but didn't hook up to them. I did chores all day and wrapped tar paper around the rest of my little apple trees and laid down the Dorothy Perkins rose bush and covered it up. Marj. and I had a lovely evening at home to-night, she darning my socks and I reading to her from Jeffrey Farnol's "My Lady Caprice". She got a parcel from home to-day containing a pair of towells for her and two pair of Miss Bain knit socks for me and two soft collars from Dorrie. Dorrie sent her a cup and saucer a few days ago and with it a little bell from Miss Dover.

Tuesday December 28th

Frank and I went down town this morning in the bob-sleighs and got part of a load of soft coal and a barrel of salt. It was nearly noon when we came back so I stayed at home and put the storm window on the kitchen. It was a "heck" of a job and I just about froze at it. It is a very hard place to work being on the side of the kitchen facing the main part of the house which is barely two feet from it and in order to get in there I had to climb over the {illegible}-pipes which converge there before they enter the cistern.