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June 11, Sunday.
It has been an awfully hot day. I have nearly wasted.
My hair has had no curl in it all day. I think I’ll let it grow.
Papa and I went to church. I wore my leghorn hat, boots,
fawn cashmere shirt and cream cotton blouse. Mr. Telfer
walked down with us. The choir are up on the platform
now and they broke down on their last piece and this
their first Sunday too. I took back “Lost Sigh” and got “Nails
Driven Home”. It is dull as ditch water. Mission Band
was after Sunday School and officers for the coming year
were elected. All the old officers were left in and Miss
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Mary Dale appointed vice president. I am secretary again
They are going to have their mission band tea Saturday
afternoon at half past four. I ate an enormous stalk of
rhubarb this evening. Mamma predicts results from it