(1952? Summer)
Rain this morning and no camp; so we carve our designs on carrots tomorrow morning. Monday, the first day, left me a wreck (30 Brownies pointing their teaspoons at me simultaneously demanding to know whether their Plaster of Paris was hardening OK almost de trop) but I went back Tuesday, and tho I have been sleeping afternoons and going to bed early, I have been all right. Ann Rose [Meadows, another leader] seems to be exhausted and nervous when I see her. Tomorrow will be the last day.
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