missals and music autograph letters &c.&c. We say saw our three young friends of the sleeping car in there. By half-past nine or so, we were quite ready to go back to the hotel and retire (to the music of the orchestra) in our delightfully, easy bed of brass & down. Sun. Mar. 23 A beautiful bright morning. We went out to 9th St. to breakfast (after I'd had a bit of a walk) and struck the "Carollton" the funniest restaurant imaginable but the breakfast was good. The proprietor, the white waitress and the black man all going different ways and taking us into their confidence and a queer American talking across from another table and telling us where the President went to church (our negro driver showed us - with scorn - yesterday) and where his wife did! We went back to the hotel where Mother finished her letter to "the boys" and I wrote a line to Hilda and beg one to Claude and began one to Trudy, in the pretty writing room (used the mail chute, too.) Then we dressed up in our best gloves (no wraps!) and went to
missals and music autograph letters &c.&c. We say saw our three young friends of the sleeping car in there. By half-past nine or so, we were quite ready to go back to the hotel and retire (to the music of the orchestra) in our delightfully, easy bed of brass & down. Sun. Mar. 23 A beautiful bright morning. We went out to 9th St. to breakfast (after I'd had a bit of a walk) and struck the "Carollton" the funniest restaurant imaginable but the breakfast was good. The proprietor, the white waitress and the black man all going different ways and taking us into their confidence and a queer American talking across from another table and telling us where the President went to church (our negro driver showed us - with scorn - yesterday) and where his wife did! We went back to the hotel where Mother finished her letter to "the boys" and I wrote a line to Hilda and beg one to Claude and began one to Trudy, in the pretty writing room (used the mail chute, too.) Then we dressed up in our best gloves (no wraps!) and went to
missals and music autograph letters &c.&c. We say saw our three young friends of the sleeping car in there. By half-past nine or so, we were quite ready to go back to the hotel and retire (to the music of the orchestra) in our delightfully, easy bed of brass & down. Sun. Mar. 23 A beautiful bright morning. We went out to 9th St. to breakfast (after I'd had a bit of a walk) and struck the "Carollton" the funniest restaurant imaginable but the breakfast was good. The proprietor, the white waitress and the black man all going different ways and taking us into their confidence and a queer American talking across from another table and telling us where the President went to church (our negro driver showed us - with scorn - yesterday) and where his wife did! We went back to the hotel where Mother finished her letter to "the boys" and I wrote a line to Hilda and beg one to Claude and began one to Trudy, in the pretty writing room (used the mail chute, too.) Then we dressed up in our best gloves (no wraps!) and went to
