If a thing is important I have to put a hand pointing to it because I know how sleepy you are in the morning and I imagine these devilish devices wake you or terrify you (pleasantly). Yes, really the papers are disgusting. —— gave Jane Burr a whole column with Sorel and Syndicalism and any-fresh-fish-to-gut-on-the-problem-of-marriage-is-to-be-welcomed, etc. She makes me feel a very old-fashioned creature. I feel if I met her I should have to say: “And are you one of these New Women?”

Did you see that Connie Ediss has had the thyroid gland treatment (she's 50) and is now become 19 and climbs trees. I should just think she did climb trees. That seemed to me terribly significant. I remember her singing: “It seemed a bit of all right” years ago. Poor old S. will become a great climber, I expect!

I seem a bit silly to-day. It's the wind. I feel inclined to sing,

Perhaps it was Marie's lunch. A good cook is an amazing thing. And we have never had one. I'm interrupted by the electrician who comes to mend a wire. He is a boy of certainly not more than 14 in a blue overall. Just a child standing on the table and fixing wires and turning over tools (rattling them!) in a box. I don't know—The world is changing. He's a very nice little boy. He asked Marie pour une échelle. We haven't one. “Donnez-moi une chaise.” She brought one. “C'est trop bas. Vous avez une table solide” (as tho' none of vour fandangles here). But she scorns him and page 62 made him stand on a newspaper—nearly tied a bib round him.