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Feb - 26. '93 Sunday - What a great old world this is!

We went over to Mr. Wagga-man's[[?]] today, Myra, Ressie & I - that is, Ressie met us on 9" St. Miss Patten, her sister, and aunt were also there. Oh it is a grand place, and how we enjoyed it! But somehow we felt so helpless (or I did). There were these pictures and pictures and ceramics - all so magnificent but what were the jewels? what most worth our time?

March 1"93 Wed-
I take up my journal to write a new story. I am just beginning to realize that I never knew what it meant to be sad. But don't think that I am moaning and grieving, for on the contrary I have been whistling and singing the most rolicking tunes all the afternoon.