May 5, 1917
No entry today. No journal entry, that is. Just a few sentences before I turn in for the night. Busy all day with Florence. We sketched in the morning in front of the Lodge. In the afternoon we went for a walk in the paths behind the Lodge. Shannon was gone all day. No idea where he was. Annie was worried, but not enough to ask me to look. He’ll turn up.
Sketches are piling up. I have over 40 at last count. Florence said it was a good idea to have an exhibition. She’s having when she gets back to Toronto. Annie gave Florence’s dress back. It took the night to dry on the kitchen line.