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1896
Dec 2nd
and apt expressions, graphic to a degree. The audience at her feet as usual. I always have the feeling however that their affection is largely a matter of vogue, yes, and fascination, as distinguished from appreciation of the true significance of what she stands for and the wonderful insight into the symbolism of [[strikethrough]] nature [[/strikethrough]]all things which is really what constitutes her great power and [[strikethrough]] what [[/strikethrough]]makes it possible to "awaken" her hallucinations.  Extravagances which I am sure will be thrown at her face the instant an antagonism should prove strong enough to carry the crowd along.

Dec 3
Thursday. Upset waiting to see if my pictures are accepted or fired by the Penn Exhibit. Undignified attitude that I cannot overcome. Drew on the Russell child Gertrude

Brookline teas win the P.M. with Elizabeth and Mary Winsor

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Elizabeth m'est tout à fait antipathique. It is the Boston Society air I suppose. Cultivated out of all flavor. Mary is more natural but the whole house has an air of being as exemplararily "happy! happy! It is as good as a chorus at a play repeating all the proper jokes the star has just uttered.

[[underline]] Mrs Soules tea [[/underline]] Met Mrs Gifford, charming.

Mrs Barker
ditto for Mrs Barker [[line]] pouring tea.

All the family there even Mr. Soule. Hearty hospitality and the more homely solid and reposeful qualities.

Mre Alfred Winsor & Margaret. Tea. Swell. carriages jambing the way. The door opens after a struggle up the steps and a burst of noise fairly hits you in the ears.

deposit your cards in the overflowing vessels fo that use placed in the vestibule crowd upstairs & down and get one vigorous shake of