(10/05/39)(Slight headache during day, and stomach ache at night.) Bard, I and some others are talking over old times. Bard said he used to be intoxicated every weekend. He had received a letter from papa offering him a home, free, if he would come back, marry, and get a baby; that is, he would be taken care of financially. Bard agreed to this, and fulfilled all requirements, but then it appears there was some misunderstanding, and papa wouldn't or couldn't keep his bargain, forcing Bard to work and save for years before the home was paid for. Glen Freder now comes into the dream, and he and I decide to start out on Sunday on a trip in search of work. We ride bicycles over the dirt roads, which are smooth and not dusty -- evidently there had been rain not long before. The road is rarely level, mostly hilly. On one long hill, I am delayed by a bunch of bicyclists, and Glen takes the paper sack of unpopped corn ahead. Soon I am following him (although he has long since disappeared) rapidly. I come to a farm, evidently belonging to Hemways. There are a good many wagons parked in the barnyard, and a very large manure pile close to barn. I enter the barn and see the sack of popcorn in a feed box, and know that Glen has been here. This corn was brought for "Fanny" one of the old horses at Hemways. "Fanny" was in a big box stall. Glen had tied her around the neck with a big rope on one end of a large knot. This knot enabled Glen to tie her securely but loosely. She wore a halter. I work away untying the rope and am getting along all right, though I am handicapped by the dim light. Fanny is blind. I am on a sort of balcony 3 or 4 feet above the floor. As I work at the knot I am a little afraid lest she sneeze or cough saliva all over me. I then go out of barn and see a slightly built, dark skinned man (the hired man) digging in ground next to walk and a flower bed with a very large butcher knife. He is trying for fish worms. He is rather surly and does not answer when I ask, "Are you going fishing?" I wonder what the hired man would think if he could see the can of worms Glen and I have. Next, I see Glen sitting on a box next to the house. A girl is near him and fondling or stroking him in a playful manner. I feel that we are not especially welcome because of the numerous mouths that Hemways have to feed. Glen is explaining that he is agent for a company which offers a way to make easy money. It is only necessary to get a camera, take pictures, and paste them on to specially decorated sheets, the result being a masterpiece worth considerable money. His company sells a camera designed for this work. The camera advertisement twice mentions "with big lens." The girl is telling Glen that this is not a suitable life work, but merely a stop-gap.