I didn't - Shopped some. Got a letter from
Hilda inviting me to
Toronto on next Sunday & wanting us to meet
her and "Allan
Hamilton next Wednesday. I had to write her "no" to
both. Tonight I was in
Scrantom's talking to Frank Davis about his raise of salary,
prospects, etc. and Con
came along and wanted me to go up to
Miss Stowell's studio with him, which I
did. She'd broken her teapot, so we didn't have tea. We found
telling a Miss Scott's palm in a
dim gaslight. The room all jap. prints & cupboards & screens
& divans & pillows &c. very cute & pretty &
picturesque, tho' - Mrs. Polly Wells came in later.
We looked at
Miss S's pictures & photographs & new camera.
And chatted till after six - when I scorched home to baked beans, lettuce
salad and delicious chocolate. Wrote &c.
Nov. 21. Sun.
Pleasant, balmy morning, but windy. Busy as usual getting ready for
the journey etc. At about 1:15 I started over to Mrs.
Bangs' & found her waiting for me at the window. We
had a litle chat in her room before going down to dinner. I was all
Kipling's "White Horses", which I'd been reading &
re-reading this morning. Mr. Dean was away, but
Mrs. Dean & Lincoln, the