From collection Frances Willard Journal Transcripts
congenial when we enter there. On the 1st memorandum page I enter further notes.
January 2, 1393
Lady Henry up & away early. Cold-for England. Sat in writing room all day & dictated numberless articles paragraphs letters &c to Miss Murrell who came from London. My greatest wish now-when nearly all are so abundantly supplied-is a 1st class stenographer always within earshot. Blessed little brave hearted Cossie-so good, so tugged and toiling, so intricately involved with many groups of humans all of them an embodied WANT. How will it end? Well I believe.
January 3, 1893 [1st 3 underlined]
My Mother's Birthday.
She would have been 88.
A busy day-regular snow storm & no tricycle outside. Troubled about the sweetest woman alive until her dear telegram restored me-at noon: "well-love-Cos" and items showing how that great, radiant, faithful heart is "toiling away" at the Exeter Hall meeting. Nan and I take sweet council as ever. She read aloud to me. Edith is quite a help to Nan and I am glad. Dictated again - Raymond [?] Braithwagt[?]-a famous interviewer came to "write me up" for the Great Thought magazine. A most interesting conservative!-And all the while, the undertone of my life is: Mother, Blessed Mother where are thou?
January 4, 1893
Another cloudy day-busy making up endless arrears of correspondence. What a ball & chain is the routine! Lovely letter from Cossie-just as she talks. She says it is bitterly cold at Eastnor and she is glad Anna & I had the good sense to stay in the cozy "cottage." The Persian cat we named "Tootsie Two"-given by me to Cossie on Christmas has run away! Two housemaids, the bailiff Sims, a man & several boys out looking for him to say nothing of Anna standing under every tree in the Priory grounds & softly crying "Toots?" Alas! Earth's "pleasures are like poppies spread."
January 5, 1893
When Lizzie the chambermaid came in at 8 AM she carried TootsieIIin her arms. The wretch had spent two nights in the middle of the big woodpile. Lady H. telegraphs to know if we had found him-my letter having made her anxious. She is a dear lover of animals. One who is, as a rule loves the King of Animals (called in aggregate idea Humanity.) Nan & I circum-locomoted the Priory grounds. I am daily walked out in these parts. Poor old cloudy England! People so cold in car & cot they don't get thawed out
