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tea and dishes washed we enjjoy a very
evening reading. Maud reading Graustark
W Sr reading Ivanhoe, while I read the
Political romance by Hall Cane the Eternal
City (Rome of course)

Monday 7th March 1904
A rainy day. March is
weeping floods of tears very quietly. The snow
has disapeared so rapidly that the dirty earth
begins to peep forth from her beautiful white
mantle that she has worn all winter but tis
now soiled, dirty, besmirched with mud sticks, leaves
and every filth, but tis welcome after this long
dreary cold—Sr mending harness in kitchen
and blowing his nose on the floor every few minutes.
I can truly say like Jess in "Window in Thurms" "What
man am I tied to". Maud working on sofa pillow.
I washed separator, churned, worked butter and
washed all the dairy implements, cracked a few nuts