A little late rising this morning. We sorted our day out quickly. I returned to the fields and took the widow’s son with me. Lyle left to attempt the west end again, this time via the fifth avenue entrance.
Though overcast at first, the sun burned through before lunch break. The aroma of the earth and growing things lifted our spirits.
The widow’s son joined the crew with which he will be working for the rest of the season. Their foreman pointed out the vast fields to the west of us, all worked by people from the west end. Their numbers appear much lower than ours.
Lyle was already home upon our return. He had shocking news – he sighted Stan.