Thursday April 28 1938
I’ve had an ivy plant in my room all winter. But I neglect it. The poor thing nearly dies and then I bestir myself to water it. And never has it failed me. It always starts growing again. Oh for a philosophy of life like that.
Such a rain storm tonight. Really Aprilly.
Cecil Purdum picked me up tonight as I was waiting on a Broad Street car. Then went around after Evelyn. She told me she and Margaret were planning a party for Frances & I. How nice.