Sunday, January 15, 1928 Still warm and lovely. Sun bright and clear and unusually high temperature for this time of year. T.P.H. heard a robin sing this morning. Poor fellow. I think he is a bit too early for although there is not a bit of snow on the ground or any ice on the ponds, it must surely come. Then he will have "to hide his head under his wing poor thing". Drove in to church this morning. T.P.H. went down to St. Paul's. I went to Calvary. Mr. Camp had planned a service to dedicate the new hymn books given to the church by an anonymous giver (I think it is William Lyon Phelps). They are very lovely and we needed them badly. In church school, we presented Mr. Taylor a bouquet of flowers on account of his eightieth birthday and fifty six years membership in the school. --- (Another nursery rhyme here, "The North Wind Doth Blow".) [Prev](1928_01_14.md) - [Next](1928_01_16.md) <img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/d/1lQ8CAOkdqu0H56yUAiLTqGWkjNdPEm7J">