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Show From Dr. Grace Wagner-P.U.M.C.-April I?i,1930. This is the morning after and I feel like these Aerry blossoms even if the resemblance is not marked. And the little bud is a little but-terball- bouncer of a boy! The nurses and doctors all say what a lovely big baby-so cute because big. Ssems strange after our little Ellen. Yet weight is only 7.3 pounds* And we believe the party started 3 days early because of Sherwood Eddy. Imagine having that distinguished personage for breakfast in our humble dwelling. The excuse and bait was your box of California oranges as • fresh and cold as just packed in sunshine. Mrs. Eddy is small with grey hair and sweet spryness like little mother. Their lady friend we found out afterwards was lire. Kirby Page3ac,also distinguished. To share our good fortune we invited a number of language school stu&ents.Dr. and Mrs. Douglass,Dr. KloWfDr. Wisher and Mrs. Gilbert-Robert E.Chamdler being in town we invited him. And Elizabeth Ellen walked in by herself uninvited-carrying one of the literature books she had reached for.All in all there were ten places mm marked by biael and white place cards. We tried to prepare everything the day before. We went to bed with flowers cool in their vasesfthe long white table set with dishes and newly rubbed silver* The room looked nise in the darkness,but still nicer when flooded by the morning sunshine-the panses all smiling,white lilac buds opening out on outer window sill and purple lilacreaching happy arms on study table. The honey and strawberry jam were patiently waiting. Twas a vision of loveliness But alasj I began to feel uncomfortable early in themorning and we thought best to call Mrs. Gilbert in as hostess. I was able to sit with them the latter half of the meal. The Eddys had to catch airain for Manchuria promptly, so left at 7.40. Everyone had a half orange* ¥© gave the three honor guests one each for the hot,tedious train rile. I don't know what the topic of conversation had been. When I came in, they all seemed quiet. Elizabeth followed,climbing into my lap. She look-ed- I can't tell how-just like a living ray of smnahine-in the blue and white print Eva sent,which I had just made up. ITew shoes and stockings.her hair all brushed in spun floss curls up turned as usual (of themselves). When I brush her,I have to chase her around the bed,down the hall and usually thru several rooms. While sitting there waiting for folks to eat their whole wheat biscuits,white muffins,honey,eggs and bacon,I played our nightingale bird record. Thisstarted Elisabeth talking all unconscious child's talk. Tears started in Sherwood Eddy's eyesfwhen he left for the train he gave her a big kiss. She put her fingers to her mouth to givf a smack as she does to me in waving gaa& bye bye,but was fussed and missed her mouth. ., were surprised to hear Br. Iddyfs quiet anaouncsment of retiring next year. He is 60 now-looks very tired close up*has worked witfc tremendous mmgy. He gave his prophecy of India's plight;either the British will win with a slowly granted dominion status,or India will have huge suffering and loss of millions of her aweople^the latter with leas of British railways, irrigation systems,etc. Dr Eddy has helped Vincent and me a lot during his brief stay.He not only has a world offascinating,enchanting experience to share,but a remarkable faith. His expression of Ghandl's beauty of personality I'll nej^r forget. Ghandi is apparently a personal friend. His excuse for introducing him was as an example of one -who had truly found God. You knew it,felt it in his deeds,his face,the unspeakable affection of his people for him. To see ham in the grea* tent of India's party congress,frail,feeble-his power as he sooke-then his quiet slipping out from back stage to keep his evening watch, which is almys kept. Eddy followed him to his little tent to say farewell. |
