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176 September 14th 1890. Sunday. Monday I bathed, drove and had my painting lesson. Tuesday the boys had made up another party. It consisted of (who rode on the omnibus) Toto Wetmore, Stanley Whitney, George & Dick Loillard, Willie Kent, Waldof Astor, Willie Vanderbilt, Philip Carrol, Bertie Geolet & Regi. Willie Post, Arthur [[?]], Alfred and myself rode. The ride out was very amusing, the boys on the omnibus shouting & screaming and ma[[strikethrough]]king[[/strikethrough]]de believe we were indian and cow boys. They shot us about a thousand times, but we lived through it all. After I had dressed I began [[end page]] [[start page]] 177 fixing the table, while the boys fooled around. I noticed a way they had of doing very funny: They would all be sitting quietly on the lawn and one would say: "Why ever is last to the piazza is a monkey". They would all start of at their best. Almost always poor little Dick was last. They then would all call him a monkey until someone made another remark. Lunch was very amusing, the boys talked and made a lot of noise, while I helped serve. After it was all over we played Old Bachelor's Kitchen, which kept them quiet a short time. They they started on their