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. In prior years I usually sell a good number of boards to tourists, but none so far this year. Since I have so many, Florence says it is a good idea to have an exhibition. She’s having one when she gets back to Toronto. Annie gave Florence’s dress back. It took the night to dry on the kitchen line.