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in order. Maxwell Harrington dropped in at a late hour and said that a lot of people wanted to see me, I begged off and decreed that I'd spend the biggest  part of my time straightening out my affairs and to this I stuck although as it turned out I received visits right in the room where I was busy over my desk and its treasures. A delegation from the postoffice came over, more of my friends from the hotel came up and gave me welcome interruptions, Schuyler Van Kess ^[[of Dennison Manufacturing Co]] had a lot to tell me and we [[dinnered?]] in a fine old conclave. ^[[My Brothers]] Billy and Henry and their respective wives all had something to do or say, and Lizzie Cannon, my dear old "second mother" couldn't do enough for me, so she thought.

I staid off the streets ^[[in order]] [[strikethrough]] [[?]] [[/strikethrough]] to save my precious minutes; the only time I went out before dark was to have pictures taken  with my mother. Maxwell did fix up a party at his house and we had quite a