Margaret – some type of concern – health, family, safety etc.
Papa seemed never to have enough time unless he was driving a team and showing us the contents of his trunk. He tended to consume his food so he could keep going. “If I just had 40 men.” Where’ve you been all the forenoon*?
Mama, too, pushed herself. First things followed by next things, and yet more things. All along her busy mind kept planning, deciding, and accomplishing.
Dear Grace coping as best she could, ever fearful through not foolishly. Such a dear friend.
Chick, the neighbor with grand hopes to be a car owner, a dog breeder
*at least I think she wrote forenoon. It was written along the edge of the page and I cant be sure of the spelling.