While I was drawing the third couple under the maple trees in the back yard, someone commented on the dark 
clouds that were suddenly pulling over us. Within five minutes it came down in buckets. With help, I managed to rush my materials—wet paper does not like to be drawn on—into the house. The formal table settings outside could not be rescued. ..a pathetic scene. Within minutes the power went out in the house. The hostess suggested that I set up in the play room by the window, though not much light came in there because of the dark weather. I 
pulled out my night-hiker’s light and carried on. Someone said, I looked like a miner. We improvise! The show must go on.
I’ll show some of the picture, but this time in scrambled order—to reflect the feeling of that afternoon.
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