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may stop in a few days. I feel much concern about her
health -- she looks so frail --, alas that earth's fairest &
brightest flowers should be so often the victims of this fell
destroyer consumption -- God grant that it may not be
so with her -- after Dr Bayless lecture on the bones of the arm
& hand, I called at Mrs Sloo's for Betty -- they were going
in to dinner -- so I dined with them -- we walked over
under unbrellas for 'twas drizzling & so muddy --; my
pupils spoke this afternoon -- the young Demosthenes --; one
of them when repeating the line from "Lord Ullin's daughter",
"my blood shall stain the heather", brandished his dexter
superior extremely high aloft towards the ceiling --
I listened awhile to the performance of the baud the portico
Supped - secd from Betty 2 soles to carry to Byrd --
conversed with Mrs Page about Hysterics -- I love to talk
with her -- tis a treat. Our tea kettle leaks -- the
manufacture of our coffee for breakfast tomorrow is a problem
atical subject. It is 10 minutes & 30 seconds of 11
o'clock -- my eyes ache tonight -- so I stop earlier.
Have just finished a letter to E. M. Skipper, begun [illegible - page torn]
Journal I will go to bed.

November 24th
Saturday - Another week's work done - John & [illegible - page torn]
are winding it up by scribbling in our Journals --
The rain, drizzle & mud of yesterday are substituted
by a "middling" fair day & windy so that walk
is less slushy as John graphically terms it - New [...]
is a perfect quagmire of mud in wet weather - [h...]
been over there today, or seen any of the folks over there
I wrote till 10 1/2 o'clock & then cleaned up the room
got a bucket of water, carried the tea kettle to a [tinker]
to have its leak checked, & went to Dr Bayless
[ture] -- on my way I stopped at the P.O., & [f...]
Box No. 668 - got 3 letters -- two for myself