Tuesday February 17th

I notched the biggest of the pines this morning but didn't take time to cut it down as it is slow work alone and I finished making a little grit & shell hopper for the chickens. Marj. lit Harry B out for a play and as I came into the house for some thing I saw him out back of the barn. I was only in the house a minute or two and when I went out he had disappeared, and after a short search I saw his little redcoat over in the school yard as he was climbing the hill. I went over and got him and had to laugh at the trail he made down the hill and across the little flat and into the school yard where the fence is down, the little pattern on the soles of his new rubbers looks so funny where he has walked across a piece of snowy field where there are no other tracks. It looks at a glance like the trail of some little animal, the spaces between the footprints about the same length as the footprints themselves. We had dinner early and I drove down right after to go to Lila's funeral. I got Uncle Ward and drove him down. We had a very short service at the house and then went to the church where there seemed to be a lot of people. Only the bearers, and Dad & Huby went up to the cemetry, not many have their cars out. Alfred Shubert, Dick Tibbetts and Ted. Nicolls drove us and Mr. Cornish up there, and Dave Ward must