February 17—Mike Pillsbury didn’t show up for our appointment last evening—too busy, it seems. Hope he won’t keep this up—he doesn’t have much time left here.
We hope to be able to go to Chenonceaux this afternoon, if the weaather and our work will kindly grant us the privilege…
This week’s tourism: Chenonceaux. I despair of being able to say anything new about that marvel. Let it suffice to say that we all appreciated enormously the pleasure of going there together and to realize the beauty of which the spirit of man is capable.
But what’s more important is today’s decision to ask our families to join with us in a special fast: we’ll all fast and pray next Sunday that our work will bear fruit, and especially that we’ll find honest and sincere people who will receive baptism before I leave. Pappy, Mammy, Punque, Valerie, Grandpa, Grandma, the Dunaways, and the Jorgensons are all invited to take part, as well as all of Elder Parker’s family. I plan also to invite the Leroys to fast with us; Maman just exhorted me rather energetically not to let myself sit too much on my trunk…
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