Antigo

(1930 June)
We washed up and went out to eat.  I am sure we had the best to be had, as Lorin was fond of his food.  The town was bleak and bare, its shops closed for the night.  So we took a little walk, leisurely, enjoyed the pretty yards and flowerbeds.  Families sat on porches watching us, strangers.  I was afraid to say how tired I was and tried to be good company.