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seven o'clock.  I reached home about 7.30 P.M.

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April 20. 1901.  A day of rain. We (Mr. W. & I) met at Camden Station
and took the 7.30 A.M. train to Relay.  The morning was raw and chilly
so we put on our overcoats.  At R. one of the trainmen gave us his
opinion of our Weather Bureau, he said, "Those men don't know any
more about the weather than we do, but then I don't blame them
for holding on their job as along [long] as they can make people believe
they know."  When we crossed the viaduct <s>it</s> the rain poured down <s>raining</s> but
by the time we reached the Gentian Hills it had almost stopped.
Our trip to R. to-day was mainly to see the Dicentra, but in this we
were somewhat disappointed.  Hardly more than six plants were found
in flower, whereas, on the corresponding date of last year there was
no lack of flowers.  The rain had not stopped long when we had another
shower and thus we had it all day, at times it poured down
in torrents.  But, notwithstanding the rain, there was so much to be
seen, in fact, it was the rain, which gave us so much to <s>observe</s> see
that we both observed at the end of our trip, that we seldom
before spent a more profitable or enjoyable day.  First of all
the flowers, how they behaved in a day of rain, took a great portion
of our time.  We soon found that we had to look closer, to keep
        