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come to a little stream which we forded by stepping from stone to stone. And we stood on some pebbles an watched it as it emerged from the black underbrush, dashed over the rocks and around the roots of trees till it lost itself again in the shrubbery. We could hear its murrmur and dash as it fell over some precipice, small, but like a child's trouble, large enough for itself. 
I picked up a shell from one of these streams and am going to keep it. It is an oyster shell, and got there by artificial means, I suppose, but I am not so particular as to care.
We were tired when we reached home, but not so much so as Edgar said we "would have been if we had gone."

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Myra and I are going to walk. Edgar went to Marshall Hall this morning. Asked me to go but I didn't care to.

June, 6, 1891. Saturday


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Thought I should have written to Ma, but the fact is I haven't enough money to even pay postage. Dead broke! I am now living on the charities of my sister.

Well Apollo Belvedere is finished. And if he knew how he is praised, he would bow down in thankfulness to me. Some gentlemen were in visiting yesterday, and Mr. Andrews called especial attention to A.B. Miss West said I wouldn't be able to contain myself after while. I asked her if she thought it had that much effect on me. I am doing Michael Augelo's Torso, at present. There! Mark