Another hard frost, and I take an exercise out, glissading on the roads, and walk most of the time. The men are terrified, and it is all one can do to get them to mount their horses on a good road in the Bois de Dames. The wheeler has been busy lengthening the framework for my section, so as to get another tarpaulin on and Nos 1 have been hard at the roof trying to get ice off the sagged canvas. A big break up in the mess in the evening — all servants thrown out because they do not know a good job when they have one and sit down and do darn all.
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