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February 24th 1895.

Mrs Bronson's dinner was just as nice as it could possibly be.

Mr Sands came that afternoon at twenty minutes past six.  Mama was there and got up to leave right away.  She said:

"Now Mr Sands you [[strikethrough]] must [[/strikethrough]] can only stay five minutes, Gertrude is going out to dinner".

Of course he laughed and promised to stay [[underlined]] only [[/underlined]] five minutes, then left at twenty minutes past seven.  I worked all the time that day and we talked as we do now about whatever comes into our
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heads.  He was inclined to keep to the personals, I tried to stear clear of them.  I can never tell what we have been talking about after he has left, still we talk sense.  We usually discuss people and society - oh I remember now.  he told me about the dinner at the Hunts the night before, how they sat, talked and acted, about the Assembly, Mrs Stevens dance etc.  There are such different ways of talking about the same things.  Now it was not only Society that we talked of in regard to these things, but they led to our expressing our ideas on