Journal 48, page 55

gave the [entry continues on space for 9/4] remembrances to the maids who are so nice & faithful-Emma, Esther (who watches out for my [panada-?,] Lovinia, Ma Nustead[?],& Martha& Lizzie will get theirs & Mary's Mother& so on. It is so good to give-it let's one's heart out larger. And all the time under all thoughts these:" Is Nannie safe arrived-Does Mother know my life?" and some thing in my heart says-yes.

Isabel went to bed with headache-she has it every two weeks or oftener & that's no great gain though she says she is 100 per cent better than when we left-which her poor "Conkey" isn't tho' today I'm better than she, having no pain.-I thank thee O God for thy great goodness.

September 5, 1893

Pegging away at speech as usual-poor work-disjointed stuff but best I can all things considered. I fear our women at home do not appreciate that though I "can't stand the racket" of convention drum [?]& trombones or public speaking fifes I can toot my little flute & fiddle here alone in this dear quiet den to a congenial stenographer like Edith Goode or Grace Murrell. My beautiful Cossie went to Liberty's yesterday St got Turkish rug, vases, easy chair &c for my den. She says hers-newly decorated- "shall not be the prettier." I went to meet her at Red Hill- missed her &she got carriage& came to meet me. In eve her books are set in order.

September 6, 1893

We began our new method-breakfast in my den at 8-prayers there too. I went with Isabel to the train-she had to be off early on account of Ex Com (of 13) she finds criss-cross at Headquarters as I suppose there always must be everywhere. The English women admit Hoodie's good heart but feel that she is the pig with legs as well as nose in the trough! She is in fact a trace too forward!

Reading as I "do up my hair" Newman's Apologia-copy given by him to Arthur Pollen& by him to me. Among the many faiths that one may choose I choose the one my parents taught& lived & died in-­forever& for aye.

September 7, 1893

Stenographer- an. ad. C. at work all day in her den & in eve in her booful[um?] white satin at Memorial Hall for a reception from her loving women who presented her with a desk& chair & they had a lovely time all 'round. Telegram to me& bouquets& kindest words. It seems "queer like" not to bear the flag at the front but "Life is strange &full of change and brings us little sorrow

For we came to the world but yesterday And we shall go hence tomorrow."