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Thurs Ap 4th. Had Mrs K and got on quite well. have put a black buckle in cream lace in front that pleases me. Still reading Dombey an[[d]] tears nearly interfere with painting. Got note off to Dunn asking him to come to sup tomorrow or Sat.. Nothing fr W and it gets queerer.. Decided to go there and inquire and call on Miss Brown the lame sister.. and after rest got myself up and went. Found her in her chair in parlor having tea.. Was given some idea of the illness but not much. Comes down to meals and refuses care. which makes it queerer. Little boys ran in and I left abruptly as the littlest announced supper. Walked back. and went in to din at 24. Helena has been out. Fran and Ros went to Theater with Reese Alsop. JayChapin's fiance.. and I sat all evening by fire with H. while she embroidered for her coming grandchild. Good Friday Ap 5th. Getting very warm. and lovely day I am horrid enough to want it to get cold and stormy.. Wasted morning not doing any of the chores I ought but finally went to the Ascension with Dorothea. Some lovely music but barren instruction and I felt hardened by it. when I was prepared for the opposite. Walked home my thoughts going down 12th st.. Very unlucky day for me and the ebbing condition. Tel fr Dunn's VALET in morn that he coul[[d]] do none of the things he asked. .. Lu[[n]]ch here and at 2.30 off in Herters Auto with the G's t_ a florists up town. Long tou and stopped to see the Matisse's. As foolish as I expected. Back to tea at the G's and also to din there. Fran put on an exquisite costume and read to us and I took her to Glenny to give them a little pleasure. Got a rhododeandron for Mrs Guerin. .. [[underlined, pencil]] Feel abandoned and very low. [[/underlined]] It seems to matter to me that W should choose to do this.. or rather that. He must have been mortified by some thing I did. ending by "Mr Wilke." Yesterday I had a lovely letter from Terence. Th only bright spot. Hav'nt even any book yo read but Bergson's Laughter. No word from Ethel Roosevelt about going to G. This is Queer too.