March 22 Sunday – Isabel Lyon’s journal: Betsy, the King and I drove up to Prospect to hear the band play. We sat on a cab rug under the trees and watched that colony of red coated players with its graceful leader, and we watched the little children who were enraptured by the music, and who gamboled around through “the forest of legs” (Betsy) and tumbled over the dogs and were so very, very happy. They were great human beings in little, and showed openly the characteristics that their elders were concealing under stolid masks. Sometimes a riotous bonnet would reveal a hearty heavy with the love of color. But oh, the outward show of us all. The King is happiest in white. I am most comfortable in yellows; and today Mrs. Freeman told me that living as I am with the greatest human being, there can be no danger of my ever over dressing the part, the danger will be in my failure to dress up to it. The King would love to have me in rich soft clinging silks and splendid or delicate colors; and when I told him what Mrs. Freeman had advised me to do, he said that she was a wise woman [MTP: IVL TS 35-36].